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You told the same story I heard before

From a different corner of a different bar

Well, does anyone have an original thought?

Trying to be the next rich kid rip-off

Never knew where I could go wrong

I'm not getting any older

Running through the door revolver

You say I'm getting defensive but

I'm not quite so condescending, well

I want to mean as much to the city as it means to me, well

Head down, aiming for the clouds

As you can see on my resume I'm a closer

ABC all the consumers

Living just outside the city line

Commuting there is a bitch

But I got my gambling addiction

Listening to talk radio all of the time

I got my car in the shop

Just tell me how much it costs

Use the rest of my day off to scream at the sky

I got experience, yeah, I said experience

If only I were older they'd take me more serious

You say I'm getting defensive but

I'm not quite so condescending

I've got countless volumes full of all I'm not

Still, I can't tell you who I am

I just want to mean as much to the city as it means to me, well

Head down, aiming for the clouds