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Lately I need a better plan |
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I want to get my knees out in the dirt |
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My hands |
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'Cause I have been a cerebral spouse |
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And my head wants to go into the emerald house |
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And I want to look out, |
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I don't want to bail out, |
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And I want to help out, |
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I don't want to nod out |
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I don't want to help out, |
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I don't want to bet out, |
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I don't want to look out, |
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I don't want to nod out |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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But why am I still looking for a golden age? |
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You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage |
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Every time I look up at that blurry sun |
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All I think about are bodies floating up |
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Everybody ought to get that special glance |
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Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? |
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Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song |
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Does this not occur to almost everyone? |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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And lately I want to be in my heart |
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But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? |
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(I don't want that Tylenol) |
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Can I sing and make change without crushing clams? |
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I can help the little things but I have big plans |
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(I don't want that Tylenol) |
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So I want to look out, |
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I don't want to bail out, |
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And I want to help out, |
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I don't want to nod out |
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I don't want to look out, |
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I don't want to bet out, |
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I don't want to help out, |
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I don't want to nod out |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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I don't want to knock you down, |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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But why am I still looking for a golden age? |
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You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage |
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Every time I look up at that blurry sun |
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All I think about are bodies floating up |
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Everybody ought to get that special glance |
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Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? |
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Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song |
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Does this not occur to almost everyone? |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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Why am I still looking for a golden age? |
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You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage |
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Every time I look up at that blurry sun |
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All I think about are spirits floating up |
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Everybody ought to get that special glance |
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Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? |
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Makes me wonder how I even wrote this song |
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Does this not occur to almost everyone? |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey wretch, 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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It makes a monkey rich 'ey, 'ey, 'ey |
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