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• Artiste: Cody Jinks
• Titre: Dying Isn't Cheap
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There's an ashtray of crushed out cigarettes And an empty bourbon bottle by his bed A pile of change, a worn-out match book with a name And a number scribbled on it that can't be read Living all alone and in the red I guess sometimes it's worse than being dead And he said, dying isn't cheap It's a mighty hefty cost When you're doing it like me You've already lost If I had to buy my way to heaven Guess I'd go to hell Since the only thing she left me Was this old soul to sell Since she set me free Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap He said, that woman she was everything But I guess I wasn't everything to her For that woman I gave anything Now I'd give anything to drown the hurt I guess I'll live forever missing her Because the pills and top shelf whiskey just don't work Dying isn't cheap It's a mighty hefty cost And doing it like me You've already lost If I had to buy my way to heaven Guess I'd go to hell Since the only thing she left me Was this old soul to sell Since she set me free Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap If I had to buy my way to heaven Guess I'd go to hell Since the only thing she left me Was this old soul to sell Since she set me free Living don't come easy and dying isn't cheap