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There's a tall thin man standing in the shadows |
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When he calls your name his voice is strong and clear |
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It's a dark and smoky place, so you can't quite see his face |
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He pulls you close and whispers in your ear |
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And he tells you he was born into some money |
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But it didn't mean he had to sit around |
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And he knows a thing or two about the things that you should do |
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If you don't want to take life lying down |
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First of all hang out a lot with Hemingway |
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Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain |
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You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray |
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It's so damned scary you won't mind the pain |
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Be ringside at the rumble in the jungle |
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Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O. |
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And when they shoot poor Bobby down, you wrestle Sirhan to the ground |
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Love your friends and miss them when they go |
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You should write a book or two and start a magazine |
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Even if it never makes a dime |
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You should swing out by your feet above the circus ring |
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At the very least throw parties all the time |
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Time and tide will never care |
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Not so far from here to there |
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We just go |
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Enjoy yourself, do the things that matter |
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Cause there isn't time and space to do it all |
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Love the things you try, drink a cocktail wear a tie |
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Show a little grace if you should fall |
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Don't live another day unless you make it count |
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There's someone else that you're supposed to be |
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There's something deep inside of you that still wants out |
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And shame on you if you don't set it free. |
