Born to Lose and Built to Last

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(Verse 1)
Ain’t it funny how the world keeps turnin’?
Sun comes up, and the fire keeps burnin’.
A man still breaks his back for a dime,
And the rich keep takin’ what ain’t even mine.
Folks still dream, folks still fight,
Still get drunk on a Saturday night.

(Chorus)
People still laugh, people still cry,
Still tell the truth, still tell a lie.
Still give birth, still say goodbye,
Still chase dreams that pass ‘em by.
The years roll on, but it’s all the same—
Time moves forward, but not much has changed.

(Verse 2)
Mama still prays with a Bible in hand,
Daddy’s still workin’ like a broke-down man.
Kids still run wild through the old cornfields,
Chasin’ a life they ain’t ready to feel.
And somewhere a man’s gettin’ locked up tight,
While another poor fool wins the lottery tonight.

(Chorus)
People still laugh, people still cry,
Still tell the truth, still tell a lie.
Still get lost, still wonder why,
Still hold on, still say goodbye.
The faces change, but the song’s the same—
Years keep rollin’, but not much has changed.

(Bridge)
Whiskey still burns, cigarettes kill,
Love still leaves when it don’t fit the bill.
People still swear, people still cheat,
Still bite off more than they’ll ever eat.

(Chorus)
People still laugh, people still cry,
Still fall in love, still say goodbye.
Still get saved, still get damned,
Still reach out for a helping hand.
Time don’t stop, but tell me, who’s to blame?
Years keep passin’, but not much has changed.

(Outro)
So I’ll raise my glass to the same old song,
To right and wrong, to movin’ on.
Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme—
The world keeps spinnin’ through space and time.

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