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Sometimes I think of all the places I don't wanna go
Then I think of all the things that I never wanna do
Think of all the people that I never wanna meet
I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the prince of poverty I hang around in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
You disgust me, I see through your macho lies
Everything you stand for there's something in your purse baby,
My head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn

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