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I've been seeking affirmations |
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All night long oh and |
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What I'm feeling in my heart it |
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Can't be wrong no Sir |
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I keep squinting for something I might have |
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Done hair different it's all up for grabs |
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Lord I've been squinting as though through a keyhole |
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Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more |
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I done read all of the cards and I |
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Saw my fate waiting |
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Like a chauffeur down at the airport it |
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Holds my name up but |
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I keep squinting for something I might have |
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Just overlooked but there ain't no turning back |
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I've been squinting as though through a keyhole |
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Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more |
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Folks around me they keep stepping |
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In my shoes oh but |
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They don't fit right and they don't walk |
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The way I do oh and |
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All the garbage trucks a rolling |
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Down my street slowly |
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I can barely strain away to |
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Hear myself think ah |
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I keep squinting for something I might have |
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Done hair different it's all up for grabs |
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Lord I've been squinting as though through a keyhole |
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Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more |
