Another morning in the evening Times strewn on the floor And I dont even know her name Or if she lives here Had enough but I want more I dont remember how I got here And how long its been now A day or two, maybe more Home to home I spent the days Never wandered anywhere I always bit the hand that beat me And they wrote me off It was easy not to care Never trusted anyone Dont see why I should now Fade some blinking never fair Youre all gonna be sorry When I leave town And get it together For the turnaround Six bucks in my pocket and the shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street Six bucks in my pocket and the shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street Six bucks in my pocket and the shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street Six bucks in my pocket and the shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street Six bucks in my pocket and the shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street
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