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Campaign Trail

I pay my bills to the time collectors
They're getting more from me each day
I pay them off a few words at a time
But the spur's gone from the moment
And the moment's slipped away
I used to feel like something here was mine
Now I pay them off a few words at a time

I reach into my pocket just so I can make some change
And I find more hands than I can ever shake
And I hope you will forgive me if I don't return your call
But there's someone watching every move I make
And I've got more hands than I could ever shake

Chorus
I'm running for my life here out on the campaign trail
And the crowds will not forgive me if I lose
And I'd like to think I'm special but I do know otherwise
Excuse me but I need to make the news
'Cause the crowds will not forgive me if I lose

I'm really not complaining won't you say your name again
I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean
There's a prison called tomorrow and there's one called yesterday
The only place your free is in between
Oh I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean

Chorus

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