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Hear my troubles of life Can you take me for one last ride I want to bend my soul again That’s what we do when we get older Bless your troubled mind You’ve got your money And you’ve got it ‘cause others just can’t There’s the lottery About geography Don’t know the hand you’re holding You’re paying someone to put them to bed again And that’s when it hurts The difference And this is hot blood And a difference What a difference A little difference would make Hear my low sign I’ve got a story that money just can’t buy Western standards The poverty is profitable See its slippery slide And just what is it cause it’s working like fear with lungs It’s not that easy When you want it easy And that’s when it hurts We see the difference It’s a raging lung And a difference What a difference A little difference would make Don’t leave me now Don’t fall alseep We need to rest sometimes but don’t take me There’s something in the system, that still circulates Dig a hole in the backyard And drain the blood