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Big beat talk to me |
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Waking up blind with the house on fire |
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Well i pick up my guitar, (i tune up) |
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I look in the mirror |
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It's like a stranger in my hand (the baby is crying) |
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There comes a time when the boy must leave (get up) |
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And the man has to enter |
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For the soul to understand (all of the changes) |
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As if it ain't hard enough this life i'm living in |
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I was caught with my guard down |
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When the world came knocking |
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I feel the big beat, the rock of life |
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Big beat talk to me |
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I feel the back beat, the rock of life |
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Waking up blind with the house on fire |
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Is it something in my head (look up) |
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Or the time of season |
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Or the little boy in my hands (must be a reason) |
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Yeah, there's new meaning in my life (a shake-up) |
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But there's pain and confusion |
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And i'm trying to understand (all of the changes) |
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I've been cut so deep but i can't make it bleed |
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I was caught with my head in the sand |
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When the world came knocking |
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I feel the big beat, the rock of life |
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Big beat talk to me |
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I feel the back beat, the rock of life |
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It ain't no perfect life |
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This one i'm living in |
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And i was caught with my guard down |
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When the world came knocking |
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I feel the big beat, the rock of life |
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Big beat talk to me |
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I feel the back beat, the rock of life |
