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The Hand We're Dealt by Lower Class Brats

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Now we're growing up, my old friend Never bothering to right our wrongs All we've ever known was youth Getting drunk and singing songs [Chorus] But I'm the only one to blame All my friends changed but I stayed the same The hand we're dealt is often hard I got stuck with the joker card Never trust anyone over 30 Now how can we trust ourselves Should we trade it all it all for a suit And put the rest of it on the shelf [Chorus] All the doors that were open to you They all got shut in my face When I go back and try the knob They're all locked firmly in place Now I work a dead end job Hey little rich boy take a look at me I know I'm not living in paradise But there's no place that I'd rather be [Chorus]