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Oh yeah
In the mirror I see the man I used to be
And every night I wake up with my spirit in handcuffs
Cant take no more everyday its the same old routine
Got to play all of the bills every week like a working machine
Ah ah ah – to be living high life
Ah ah ah – gotta get off the bread line
Ah ah ah – tell me brother can you spare a dime
Ive gotta find a way, I need to get out of here
Cause its killing my brain and Im starting to dissapear yeah
How can I prosper in life Ive got nothing to show
When I wake up tomorrow if somehow my life could mean more
Ah ah ah – to be livin the high life
Ah ah ah – gotta get off the bread line
Ah ah ah – I wanna have me a good time
Ah ah ah – tell me brother can you spare a dime
Baby well be living the high life