Half Rich Loner

I was the half rich loner
Hanging underneath the ceiling
Staring at a photo
Or taking notes at the meeting
Yeah, that was me

I'm not afraid of the morning
I'm not afraid of the evening
I don't think about religion
I handle all of my feelings

But this town has got me under some sort of spell

I was the half rich, no good for nothing
Never amount to anything, never going to make it



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Jacobs
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