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The elevation |
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Keeps my feet from getting wet |
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If my head feels light |
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It must be that the air is thin |
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I throw my arms up |
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I don't have very far to fall |
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I can't get hurt now |
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Nothing interests me at all |
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If I'm inflexible, I'm right |
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It comes so easy |
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But I won't bore you with my insight |
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I'm dedicated |
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To anything that I can hate |
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It's what I'm used to |
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I need time to commiserate |
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And if I bore you, I don't mind |
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I'm disagreeable |
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So tell me something good |
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And I'll deny it |
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If I see something I don't mind |
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I'll never let on |
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Any good that you might find |
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I'll simply yawn |
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I'm not inflexible, I'm right |
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It comes so easy |
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But I won't bore you with my insight |
