| YOUR WAYS Standing on the edge of town and I got no place to go I've been drinking all night, got into a fight and I'm feelin' rather low Fake plastic rats come out, try to judge me for who I am But I don't mind if I go to hell Baby, I don't give a damn You got your ways I've got my right You had your days You're in a fight Feelings of a maniac are getting closer day by day You try to run and you try to hide You are waiting for better days So let the game begin, it's time to spin the wheel Put a rope 'round my neck and tighten the noose And don't ask me how I feel |
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