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Pearl Jam |
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Live On Two Legs |
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Off He Goes |
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Know a man. His face seen pulled and tense. |
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Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds. |
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So I approach with tact. |
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Suggest that he should relax, but he's always moving much too fast. |
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Said he'll see me on the flipside of this trip he's taking for a ride. |
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He's been taking too much on. |
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There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes. |
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And there he goes. |
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He's yet to come back but I've seen his picture. |
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It doesn't look the same up on the rack. |
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Oh, we go way back. |
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I wonder about his insides. |
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It's like his thoughts are too big for his size. |
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He's been taken, where I don't know. |
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There he goes with his perfectly unkept hope. |
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And there he goes. |
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Oh, and now I rub my eyes for he has returned. |
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It seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned. |
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For he still smiles. And he's still strong. |
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Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit. That has grown. |
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Oh, and now he's home and we're laughing like we always did my same old, same old friend. |
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Until a quarter to ten. I saw the strain creep in. |
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He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next. |
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Before his first step he is off again. |
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Here we go. |
