were all just a bunch of made up losers
with no where to go, but down
all just running from that failing sound

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gotta go, gotta get out
im gonna scream and shout
dont want to know
where this road goes
cause where it ends is right back to where it began

gotta view from high above this city
in a nice new office playing monopoly
its just a game with no satisfaction
working to hard, for that dream vacation

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got it made, im rich as hell
in that big old mansion, up on that hill
its this castle, holding me in
working to hard for love that never comes

were all to busy with success and money
passing by everything were looking for but dont see
cant you tell that all it brings is misery
that money wont keep your heart from going cold

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