| I was just a normal guy, 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, hangin' with my wilder friends
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| Lookin' for some other way to fly
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| And three days straight was no big feat, could get by with no food or sleep
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| And crazy was becomin' 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, every day the same damn thing
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| I couldn’t even tell I was alive
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| I tell you, the high cost of livin'
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| Ain’t nothin' like the cost of livin' high
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| That Southern Baptist parkin' lot, was where I’d go to smoke my pot
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| An' sit there in my pickup truck and pray
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| Starin' at that giant cross, 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, 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 eightball
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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, every day the same damn thing
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| I couldn’t even tell I was alive
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| I tell you, the high cost of livin'
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| Ain’t nothin' like the cost of livin' high
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| My whole life went through my head, layin' in that motel 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, 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 newfound sobriety, 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
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| That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
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| My life is just an old routine, every day the same damn thing
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| Hell I can’t even tell if I’m alive
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| I tell you, the high cost of livin'
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| Ain’t nothin' like the cost of livin' high
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| I tell you, the high cost of livin'
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| It ain’t nothin' like the cost of livin' high
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| (Just leave that stuff alone) |