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They pay me not to come home..

Keeping me stoned..

 I won't run away..

 They say it's easy to get..

 Stuck in this town..

 Just like Joan.

You know I gave it all up for the stage..

 They fill my cup up.. in the cage..

 It's no ones business but mine when I'm low..

 To hold yourself ups not a crime here you know..

 At the end of the world..

 So I kick my feet at the lights..

Breathe it in all night..

 There's a light in a canvass tree.

 Money from home supports me..

 They pay me not to come home..

 I won't eat crow..

I'll stay away..

 And though all roads will not lead you home my dear..

 All roads lead to the end.. of the world

 And I'll so a little luck up into the hem of my gown..

The only way down from the gallows.. is.. to swing

And I will wear boots, instead of high heels..

And the next stage i'm on.. will.. have wheels