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Dylan |
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Too much of nothing can make a man ill at ease |
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One man's temper rises while another man's temper might freeze |
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Now in the day of confession, we cannot mock a soul |
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Oh, when there's too much of nothing, no one has control. |
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Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion. |
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Well, now too much of nothing can cause a man to weep |
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He can walk the streets and like most and boast of what he'd like to keep |
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But it's all been done before, it's all been written in the book |
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And where there's too much of nothing, nobody should look. |
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Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion. |
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Now too much of nothing can make a man a liar |
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It can cause some man to sleep on nails, it can cause others to eat fire |
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Everybody's doin' somethin', I heard it in a dream |
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But when there's too much of nothing, it just makes a fella mean. |
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Say hello to Valerie, say hello to Vivian |
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Give her all my salary on the waters of oblivion. |
