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   They're going to take my home.  I'm going to be all alone.

   Where will I stay.  I'll never again be able to play.

   I'm going to be on the street, not neat.  

  My wife, and kids'll leave, grieve, deceive.

   My family'll fall apart.  As will my heart.

   They say, my home they will foreclose

Where am I going to go, who knows

   I work all day.  I work all night.  

Relief is still out of sight.

   I wprk weekends too.  It's true.  I'm really, blue.

Three jobs see.  It's not enough for me.

I'm not able to get by.  I ask why.  It makes me want to cry.

   I'm going to lose this fight.  I'll forever be in a night.

   All my money was spent.  I don't know where it all went.

  I will have to large interest fees pay.  The companies say.

     I'm going to be all alone.

    Up, my bills are piling.  No, I'm not smiling.

  Other prices for gas and food are on an increase.  

    Will this ever cease

    Will this ever cease