| If I had a lot of money
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| I’d move to another country
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| I’d disappear, not tell a soul, I’d change my name
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| Or maybe I’d go back to school
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| Major in something foolish
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| And I could do it cause I’d have a lot of money
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| Here I am holding on to childhood’s dream
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| Sitting in my apple tree
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| Swaying as the branches tremble under me
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| The jig is up, it’s all been played
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| The well is dry, the bed’s been made
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| The jig is up, the jig is up
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| Maybe I could jump
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| Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
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| But I don’t live in Brooklyn
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| And I don’t know how to swim
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| Or I could find religion
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| Go on some kind of mission
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| Feed the poor, and then I would go to heaven
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| If I believed in heaven
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| Here I am, holding on to childhood’s dream
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| Standing on the balcony
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| Waiting for someone to come and rescue me
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| The jig is up, the dance is done
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| The record skips, the song’s been sung
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| The troops have dwindled down to one
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| The jig is up
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| The jig is up, the sun has set
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| The train is wrecked, the sheets are wet
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| And like I said, the jig is up
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| Well I can’t really disappear
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| Cause I don’t have a lot of money
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| And I don’t really think I wanna
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| Go back to school
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| But maybe I’m just in a bad mood
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| And I need to change my attitude
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| And when I wake up tomorrow
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| I’ll believe in heaven
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| Here I am, holding on to childhood’s dream
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| Climbing down the apple tree
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| Waking as you pull the covers off of me
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| The jig is up
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| The jig is up, yes it’s been tough
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| The punch is drunk, the shrink is shrunk
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| It’s time to get the baby up
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| It’s off to work let’s start the car
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| We’ll turn it over in its grave
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| And start again its soul to save
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| The jig is up but so what
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| We’ll fill again this empty cup
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| The jig is up, the point’s been made
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| Elvis has just left the stage
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| The story needs another twist
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| And I have had enough of this |