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He sat down with his guitar in a distant place |
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When a man walks up and tells him |
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"Buddy there are some things you cannot say" |
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I'll be damned if you'll tell me |
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What I can and cannot feel |
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I won't be no puppet here none of your back room deals |
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Modern love was invented by the minstrels in the dark ages |
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Where they used to hunt them down from town to town |
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Man what deck are we dealing from here |
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When a girl walks up and says |
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"You got something we've got to hear" |
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Brave and crazy...brave on |
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Brave and crazy...brave on |
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Along the boardwalk of this burned out tourist town |
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The ghosts of another day stalk the barren beaches |
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Where all come to hide from the rattling of the sounds |
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Of skeletons in the closet |
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Hoping nothing brings them down |
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She says "I have lived nearly all my life" |
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"I scare them to death because I say what I like" |
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Brave and crazy...brave on |
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Brave and crazy...brave on |
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There's a war here between freedom and the hypocrites |
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Who will try on all disguises just to see what fits |
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Truth is the one thing to live love and die for |
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The rooftops of the world |
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Brave on... |
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He packs his car and picks a course upon a map |
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Maybe east of eden or maybe farther west than all of that |
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Writes down everything he's seen, everything that he feels |
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Then rips it up it doesn't say enough then throws it is a passing field |
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Brave and crazy...brave on |