Took all my money and I still came crawling,
Through all the doors that you had shown me to,
Come take my hand and we could feel the dawning,
Of a brand new day,
Don't tell me what you think is necessary,
Don't really need to know what you think,
There was a time when I would listen to you,
But you know things have changed,
These streets are filled with filth and violence,
And it gets worse here everyday,
No one is going to do a thing to change it,
So I shall take my leave,
And when I find my paradise,
I'm going to know that you were worthless to me,
And you'll regret you couldn't see,
That man that I could be...
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