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There's only two songs in me and i just wrote the third |
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Don't know where i got the inspiration or how i wrote the words |
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Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave |
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For the two songs in me and the third one i just made |
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A rich man once told me |
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'hey life's a funny thing' |
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A poor man once told me |
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That he can't afford to speak |
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Now i'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause |
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There's just two songs in me and i just wrote the third |
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Don't know where i got the inspiration or how i wrote the words |
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Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave |
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For the two songs in me and the third one i just made |
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So i went to the president |
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And i asked old what's-his-name |
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Has he ever gotten writer's block |
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Or something like the same |
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He just started talking |
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Like he was on tv |
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'if there's just two songs in ya, boy |
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Whaddaya want from me?' |
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So i bought myself some denim pants |
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And a silver guitar |
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But i politely told the ladies |
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'you'll still have to call me sir |
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Because i have to keep my self-respect |
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I'll never be a star |
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Since there's just two songs in me |
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And this is number three' |
