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A _ I'm talking emergency.
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What you want.
_ G What you N need _ _ .
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_ _ Here's all your paperwork.
_ Here's all your belongings.
Eb Mr.
Collins, as of now, you are free to do whatever you want to do.
We don't like you down here.
We don't want to ever see your face again.
Why N don't plan on being back.
Thanks.
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was just a normal guy.
Bb Life was just a nine to five with bills and pressure piled up to the sky.
_ She never G asked.
She knew I'd been hanging with my wilder friends,.
looking for some other way to fly.
_ C And three days straight was no big feat to get by Dm on no food or Am sleep.
And crazy was becoming my new Dm norm.
_ C I'd pass out on the bedroom G floor and sleep right through the calm before C the storm.
_ _ _ _ _ F My life was just an old G routine.
Every day the same damn C thing.
I couldn't Bb even tell I F was alive.
I C tell you, the high cost of living G ain't nothing like the cost of C living high.
_ _ _ _ _ _ That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot.
and sit there in my G pickup truck and pray.
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Staring at that giant cross just reminded Dm me that G I was lost.
and it just never seemed to point C the way.
_ Am _ G C As soon as Jesus turned his back, I'd find my way across the F tracks.
looking C just to score Dm another D.
_ C With my back against that damn eight G ball, I didn't have to think or C talk or feel.
_ _ _ _ _ F My life was just an old G routine.
Every day the same damn C thing.
I couldn't Bb even tell I F was alive.
I C tell you, the high cost of living G ain't nothing like the cost of C living high.
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My whole life went through my head, laying in that motel F bed,.
watching as the cops kicked G in the door.
_ I had a job and a piece of land.
My sweet wife was my best friend, but I traded that for C cocaine and a hole.
_ _ With my newfound sobriety, I've got the time to sit and F think.
of all the C things I have Dm and threw away.
_ C This prison is much colder G than that one that I was locked up C in just yesterday.
_ _ _ _ Bb F My life is just an old G routine.
Every day the C same damn thing.
Hell, I can't Bb even tell if F I'm alive.
I C tell you, the high cost of living G ain't nothing like the cost of C living high.
_ _ _ _ _ I tell you, the high cost of living G ain't nothing like the cost of C living high.
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I'm _ busy in it all, _ C.
but I'll always _ dream in my _ .
_ F _ _ _ Cm _ _ Gm new best of C luck.
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