Tom:
Introdução:
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I was just a normal guy.
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Life was just a nine to five.
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With bills and pressure piled up to the sky.
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She never asked, she knew I'd been,
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hangin' with my wilder friends.
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looking for another way to fly.
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And three days straight was no big feat
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I'd get by on no food or sleep
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And crazy, was becoming my new norm.
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I'd pass out on the bedroom floor.
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And sleep right through the calm before the storm.
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My life was just an old routine.
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Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
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I tell you. The high cost of living,
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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
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That southern baptist parking lot.
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Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.
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Sit there in my pick-up truck and pray.
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And stareing at that giant cross.
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Just reminded me that I was lost.
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And it just never seemed to point the way.
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As soon as Jesus turned his back.
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I'd find my way across the tracks.
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Lookin' just to score another deal.
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With my back against that damn eight ball.
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I didn't have to think or talk or feel.
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My life was just an old routine.
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Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
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I tell you. The high cost of living,
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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
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My whole life went through my head.
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Laying in that hotel bed.
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Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.
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I had a job and a piece of land.
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And my sweet wife, was my best friend.
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But I traded that for cocaine and a whore.
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With my new found sobriety.
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I've got the time to sit and think.
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Of all the things I had, and threw away.
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This prison is much colder than that,
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one that I was locked up in just yesterday.
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My life was just an old routine.
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Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
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I tell you. The high cost of living,
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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.