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Two days and my money's spent

I can't tell you just where I've been

I only gamble when I steal

But I like the way it feels

My hands still smell like a magazine

I keep having the same old dream

Everything is what it seems

Something's wrong and I'm off to sleep

White knuckles on a baseball bat
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I know just where I'm at

Sun shone like david copperfield

Daddy, tell me it's not real

Two feet, knee-deep in doubt

Around the bases and at home I'm out

But if you're never home I doubt

That you will ever see me out

Parking lot is a hiding place

'Cause under the cars you can't see my face