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Some time ago it occured to me |
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that the only thing that you get for free |
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is the smile on her face, when your foot |
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goes through the door |
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Cause what it is ain't what it seems |
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like the promises from magazines |
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and you say your plate is empty |
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but you never ask for more |
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What I know |
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I know, just can't save me now |
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But bless me father, cause' I'm the One |
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I got no sword, I got no gun |
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but when the day is said and done |
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I believe i'll still be here |
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And just because my eyes are down |
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don't mean that i can't look around |
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watch them smiles turn to frowns, |
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the laughs that turn to tears |
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What I know |
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I know, just can't save me now |
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Some folks like to have it all |
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I see it in my crystal ball |
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and some folks are just bound to fall |
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and others born to lose |
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So you can build your mansion |
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you can build your throne |
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but the more you have, the less you own |
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and soon your time is come and gone |
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and then you'll have to choose |
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What i know |
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I know, just can't save me now |
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Electronic men who supervise |
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and the cell talk and the super-size |
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has taken me by surprise and |
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i'm weary to the bone |
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And sometimes all i seem to see |
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is the Jukebox of Hypocrisy |
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Be not what you claim to be, |
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but you claim to be your own |
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What I know |
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I know, just can't save me now |
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You cannot advertise to me |
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I know you're lying, can't you see |
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Now, if you'll kindly exit my TV |
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I'll show you to the door |
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"save the coupons, save the cans" |
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I can't keep up with the demands |
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now my Babe is washed by Dirty Hands |
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and I can't take no more |