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Can't seem to settle down |
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Maybe I'll just hang around |
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But every time you pick me up |
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I guess I take you down |
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But here I am again |
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You'll take me back and then |
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It won't be long till |
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I'll be gone |
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Upon my way again |
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So I spend my days thinkin' up new ways |
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To do the same old thing |
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Seasons come and go without a name |
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And I spend my nights in the bright spotlights |
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Wishin' I could let the people know |
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Can't win or lose unless you play the game |
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Sittin' in the airport, awaitin' on my plane |
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Nothin' to do for an hour or two |
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So I try to find a message in a picture |
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I drew In the corner of a letter from a boy |
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I knew Off the plane and through the rain into a limousine |
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The traffic's slow so |
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I miss my show |
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But lookin' out the window somehow |
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I know That they're about to play my record |
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On the radio |
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So I write another song as |
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I go along |
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To let you know just where |
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I been Don't want to meet myself at the masquerade |
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You can tell in the verse if |
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I get worse |
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By the chorus |
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I may be fine |
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A line, my friend, can end the kind charade |
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Layin' in my hotel room, wantin' to be alone |
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Needin' the time to rest my mind |
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But they bring in another stack of papers to sign |
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And L.A.'s awaitin' on the other line |
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So I'm packin' up and |
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I'm checking out |
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I'm on the road again |
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Feeling like |
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I'm bringing pen to mind |
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But the words will come to me in their own time |
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Tumbling and stumbling over in rhyme |
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And the ugliest word that |
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I ever heard |
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My friends, is sacrifice |
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It's an easy out for all you should have been |
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And if there's one thing |
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That I just can't bring myself to compromise |
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It's blamin' somebody else for the state |
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I'm in Oh, but then again |
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Daddy never loved his baby girl, no how |
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Ah, what's the difference now |
