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it ain't me there's gotta be more to chose from This place that charges 10 dollar admission This is where you wanna go cuz there's nothing left to do

For seven long years She helped me spend my dough Now I take her out But she don't wanna know That woman's got me drinking Look at the state I'm

Here I am the walking contradiction I guess I like the feeling of friction I never pull through with the things I should just sitting around eat another