I met your friend, on the 35th floor
What a view of downtown dirty work can afford
I am no judge, yeah I used him all up
Had a taste of the life
But it wasn't enough
I'm back in the city of roaches and mice
Where a man is reduced to the price of his time
Bleeding it out in golden handcuffs
I'm questioning why, cause it doesn't add up
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
Your Blue Ribbon
Every change of season, I'm changing my guard
I'm coming to terms with insignificance
What is a name without title or plaque
What is the worth of ashes and dust
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
We won't run for your Blue Ribbon
Your Blue Ribbon Blue Ribbon
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