[Verse 1] Hear my troubles of mine Can you take me for one last ride I want to bend my soul again Thats what we do when we get older Wheres your troubled mind Youve got your money and you got them cause others just cant Theres the lottery About geography Dont know the hand youre holding Paying someone to put them to bed again [Chorus 1] And thats when it hurts The difference This is hot blood And a difference What a difference A little difference would make [Verse 2] Hear my love sigh Ive got a story that money just cant buy Western standards Povertys profitable See it slip and slide Not just one answer cause its working like parallel lines Its not that easy When you want it easy [Chorus 2] And thats when it hurts When you see the difference Its a raging lung And a difference What a difference A little difference would make [Verse 3] Dont leave me now Dont fall asleep We need to rest sometimes But dont take long Its something in system That still circulates Well dig a hole in the backyard And drain the blood
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