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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in |
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And stops my mind from wandering |
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Where it will go |
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I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door |
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And kept my mind from wandering |
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Where it will go |
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And it really doesn't matter if |
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I'm wrong, |
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I'm rightWhere |
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I belong I'm right, where |
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I belongSee the people standing there who disagree and never win |
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And wonder why they don't get in my door |
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I'm painting a room in a colorful way |
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And when my mind is wandering |
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There I will go, hey, hey, hey |
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And it really doesn't matter if |
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I'm wrong, |
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I'm rightWhere |
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I belong I'm right, where |
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I belongOf silly people who run around, who worry me |
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And never ask me why they don't get past my door |
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I'm taking the time for a number of things |
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That weren't important yesterday |
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And I still go, whoa, oh |
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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in |
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And stops my mind from wandering |
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Where it will go, where it will go, hey |
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I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in |
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And stops my mind from wandering |
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Where it will go, where it will go |
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Hey, hey, yeah, ooh |
