| You’re the life of the party, everybody’s host
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| Still you need somewhere you can hide
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| All your good time friends
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| And your farewell to has-beens
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| Lord knows, just along for the ride
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| You think you’re a survivor
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| But boy, you better think twice
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| No one rides for nothin'
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| So, step up and pay the price
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| It’s a high cost of low livin'
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| Ain’t it high time, you turn yourself around
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| Yeah, the high cost of low livin'
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| It’s bound to put you six feet in the ground
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| So many here who love ya But still, you just can’t tell
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| Real ones and those who drop your name
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| All the while behind your back
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| They lift the flesh right from your bones
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| You should know by now through all their game
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| They’ve been chasing each dream with whiskey
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| From here to Tokyo
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| Usin' up all your real friends
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| Places left to go It’s a high cost of low livin'
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| Ain’t it high time you turn yourself around
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| Yeah, the high cost of low livin'
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| It’s bound to put you six feet in the ground
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| Don’t look behind you
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| Ahh, don’t look back
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| Don’t turn to find reason in the past
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| Past is gone, gone at last
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| And it’s high cost of low livin'
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| And it’s high time you turn yourself around
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| Well, the high cost of low livin'
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| It’s bound to put you six feet in the ground |