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I'm in search of greener pastures, don't like my gar- den's what i said, although i'm working harder than last year, i'm still deep in the red, i am rowing as hard as i can, and they're selling me up a stream, i'm always one more step away from the american dream. i got a chip on my shoulder about the size of a mental block, i've got someone on the telephone trying to sell me a future in stock, maybe i work too hard to be happy, and i should practice letting go, but it's hard not to rock the boat when you're sailing against the undertow.
I want to slide into the black and wear the black mask, i might not get what i lack, but it doesn't hurt to ask if i want to sail, i need my life to be breezier i said, please, god, or someone, make it easier.
I went to sunday school every sunday swallowed the bait and i got the hook and when i needed something someday i would read the good book. tell me, what does it take to get ahead? sometimes i know i'd sell my soul when it looks like everybody else is flying, and i'm crawling in the hole, maybe if i open my own business, maybe if i buy the lottery ticket, someone tell me what is the secret to getting out of the thicket? give me more than just a sample, i need a whole lot of glory then my life become an example of the american success story.
I want to slide into the black and wear the black mask, i might not get what i lack, but it doesn't hurt to ask if i want to sail, i need my life to be breezier i said, please, god, or someone, make it easier.
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