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They want you to chase after some empty space
They want you to sacrifice readily
To take what you're taught, make the most of your lot
With conscience as such a nice enemy
Someone leaning on the leanest hope
Someone scheming the meanest joke
Wants to see you off the cold hard ground
Just so he can knock you right back down
An innocent child is quickly defiled
Along with his whole trusting family
As soon as he tries for the moon in his eyes
And waving goodbyes to his sanity
Someone leaning on the leanest hope
Someone scheming the meanest joke
Wants to see you off the cold hard ground
Just so he can knock you right back down
Someone digging for a prize of gold
That's already been bought and sold
Real investment he's allowed
To feel the sweat drip from his brow
I know there's no smile to be had from this tale
But I would not doubt its sincerity
When every success and everything less
Has been more from chance than temerity
Someone leaning on the leanest hope
Someone scheming the meanest joke
Wants to see you off the cold hard ground
Just so he can knock you right back down
Someone digging for a prize of gold
That's already been bought and sold
Real investment he's allowed
To feel the sweat drip from his brow
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| © 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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