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I put on my clothes like a body guard |
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I put the dogs on patrol in my own back yard |
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I don't want to fight, but I'm constantly ready |
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And I don't rock the boat, but its always unsteady |
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There's an elephant in my head |
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And I tiptoe around it |
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There are egg shells on the floor |
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Therefore I never touch the ground |
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It's like that old black hole |
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No matter how you try |
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You set out each day |
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Never to arrive |
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I got my eye on the prize, but it looks just like the mystery |
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And it all goes by on the lonesome trail to victory |
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I'm drawing the blinds; I've got my own four walls |
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Man the show really starts once the curtain falls |
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Take this thorn from my side |
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Fix this chip on my shoulder |
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Time is racing with the clock |
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And I ain't getting any older |
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It's like that old black hole |
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No matter how you try |
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You set out each day |
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Never to arrive |
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I put on my finest thread |
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And I wrap up my body tight |
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With the sun in my eyes |
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I step into the night |
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Like a mystery in the dark |
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Oh its just another kind of light |
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I don't expect you do believe me, but everything is alright |
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I don't make rules for a living |
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I don't do tricks for a dime |
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I was born on a good day - deaf, dumb, and blind |
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Who am I to tell the truth |
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Oh, I don't even know what it is |
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Well I don't know how to say it |
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But I know that I can show you |
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I said I don't know how to say it |
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But I know that I can show you |
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I tied my boots up tight and I head straight to bed |
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There's a pistol and a crystal underneath my pillow |
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There's a tender heart inside that ugly armadillo |
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These are tears of joy cried the weeping willow |
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There's a spirit in the air, there ain't to way around it |
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I was not prepared to lose it all the moment that I found it |
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It's like that old black hole |
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No matter how you try |
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You set out each day |
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Never to arrive |