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The man who's always lost Keeps his fingers crossed He might get wise or sick and tired And take off The man who's always home Feeling so alone Driving back and forth, he's a slave to the work But he's the boss Round and round, was it east or west? He took a wrong turn, was it right or was it left? Dreams about the days before When he was poor and happier The man who stays out late Every waitress knows his name It's no surprise, they like the tips and so they smile But that's the game Why it's hard to say He just can't walk away The man accepts the cost He's cold enough to frost While he waits to feel his sun Wonders aimlessly for fun He's the man who's always lost From Letras Mania