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Joe Pug, "How Good You Are" |
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By americansongwriter on |
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February 8th, 2010 |
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I was born into a circus, |
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But I ran off to join a home. |
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They said that |
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I was worthless, |
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That my family died unknown. |
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So it gets, and so it goes. |
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That's what you get |
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I supposeFor wantin' something more, |
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Than a life of walkin' rows.2 |
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FriendlyAll the |
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Christians left behind, |
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At the crossroads of your town. |
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Oh, they're playing truth or dare |
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Beneath the sanctuary now. |
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Some wish they had the truth. |
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Some wish they had the gold. |
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But they're ain't no sense in leaving |
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From the only game you know. |
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Oh I know how good you are. |
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How hard it is. |
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How good you are. |
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There's a butler in your hallway. |
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He is troublesome and old, |
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He repeats the word alive. |
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To describe your family gold. |
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You ask him please to go, |
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But there's one thing you don't know. |
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He carved |
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April 7th, '65 into the side of your piano. |
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Oh I know how good you are |
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How hard it is. |
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How good you are. |
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Everything that you were meant for, |
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Everything that you were born to do. |
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Does not need you to do it, |
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Someone else was born to do it too |
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Now, like a half grown man, you barely learn how to stand. |
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If you shut up with what you've chosen, |
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You'll hear something choosing you. |
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Oh I know how good you are |
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How hard it is. |
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How good you are. |
