Paul Jacobs - Half Rich Loner
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I was the half rich loner
Hanging underneath the ceiling
Staring at a photo
Or taking notes at the meeting
Yeah that was me
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, hey
I was the half rich, no good for nothing
Never amount to anything, never going to make it

I was the half rich, no good for nothing
Hanging out under the ceiling, in the back