Campaign trail de John Gorka

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
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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
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