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Feelin' good, suppose I should |
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Now that I have seen |
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I can hear and I can talk |
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Some people ain't too keen |
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They tread on your feet |
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No conscience can be seen |
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"How do you do?", the brick wall said |
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And later broke in two |
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Knowing that you're right |
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Will show you the light |
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Knowing when you've done wrong |
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Feeling bad with fright |
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Why am I still sitting here? |
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Why am I alive? |
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Someone stole my axe today |
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Best one that I had |
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I don't know what is savin' me |
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From hidin' me away |
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I've had enough of feelin' down |
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I'm just here on display |
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Who dat dere, with the black fair hair |
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Drove me off the road |
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Don't ask why he looks so high |
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Tell it all in code |
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Maybe a quarter to three |
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I lost all track of mind |
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I watched a fox just the other night |
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Funny how time flies |
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Knowing when you're right |
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Will show you the light |
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Knowing when you've done wrong |
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Feeling bad with fright |
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Why am I still lying |
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Over what has been |
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What am I suppose to do |
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I'm waitin' for your ring |
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Spread your wings and you will see |
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What you can really make |
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Of a rockin' chair that is so bare |
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The paint will surely flake |
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'Cause knowing that you're right |
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Will show you the light |
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Knowing when you've done wrong |
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Feeling bad with fright |
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Because knowing that you're right |
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Will show you the light |
