| Kyle is a cashier in the corner village store
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| Seven days a week he works
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| Just pushing on a cash drawer
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| The gambling debts and empty bets
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| Have chained him to this place
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| Now all the money he touches now
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| Gets locked in the store safe
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| Mr. Claire was a millionaire and a caption of his field
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| On his farm a lucky charm
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| Made all the cash crops yield
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| Then one July Uncle Sam came by
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| And shut that farmer down
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| Cause Mr. Clair had not declared
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| All the cash crops in his ground
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| Cause there’s always someone
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| Pullin' on the reins
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| Cause there’s always someone
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| Pullin' on, pullin' on, pullin' on
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| Look around and what you’ll see
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| Is everybody tied down to some degree
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| We’re like links upon an endless chain
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| Look around and what you’ll see
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| Is everybody tied down to some degree
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| We’re like links upon an endless chain
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| Dr. Lee has a family and a nice house in the hills
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| No money in his pool
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| He uses it to drown in bills
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| Every single day, more pour in
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| Many mouths to feed
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| But not enough to swallow them
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| Cause there’s always someone
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| Pullin' on the reins
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| Cause there’s always someone
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| Pullin' on, pullin' on, pullin' on
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| I don’t know, but the things I’ve seen
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| Now I’m a younger man and I might be green
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| But for many years and the time between
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| We’re all the gears on the fixed machine
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| Look around and what you’ll see
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| Is everybody tied down to some degree
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| We’re like links upon an endless chain
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| Look around and what you’ll see
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| Is everybody tied down to some degree
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| We’re like links upon an endless chain
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| Someone’s gotta pull our reins
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| I don’t know, but I must say
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| Don’t need no one now to guide my way
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| Gonna sing my song, gonna work all day
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| And no one’s gonna pull my reins
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| I don’t know, but I must say
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| Don’t need no one now to guide my way
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| Gonna sing my song, gonna work all day
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| And no one’s gonna pull my reins
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| And no one’s gonna pull my reins |