| Well they said he was crazy
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| Nobody ever said that much to him
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| So he thought it could be true
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| When he left his boy was eight years old
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| Got a picture in his wallet, gonna show it to you
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| Now kids that age on the playground are cruel, son
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| Don’t let 'em see you cry
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| You gotta be strong
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| But when you got asbestos
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| In your Kool Aid for breakfast
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| There’s no good way to look alive
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| No good way at all
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| And when you barely exist
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| You’re a long way from that
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| And you’re a longer way from this
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| When you barely exist
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| Who’s gonna miss you when you’re gone?
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| From a sandstorm in El Paso
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| Out along the 10, to a mansion way up high
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| She’s gonna teach your baby Spanish
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| Rock her to sleep she will, hold her when she cries
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| Now that kid might grow up to play in the symphony
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| Or be the next LeBron James
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| And that beats dying slowly in the heat
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| On a cattle farm, a face without a name
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| No two ways about it
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| And when you barely exist
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| You’re a long way from that
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| And you’re a longer way from this
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| When you barely exist
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| Who’s gonna miss you when you’re gone?
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| Well a billion dollars is a lot of money
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| Just to keep people out
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| What good’s it ever done?
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| When you’re following a light so bright
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| You’ve got to take it in
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| Like taking air into your lungs
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| On the border towns of death
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| It’s hard to live with a big move on your back
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| You pray for water on a moonless night
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| Keep your head down, move for cover along the track
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| And when you barely exist
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| You’re a long way from that
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| And you’re a longer way from this
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| When you barely exist
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| Who’s gonna miss you when you’re gone? |