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When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb |
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When you think you're too old, too young, |
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Too smart or too dumb |
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When you're laggin' behind and losin' your pace |
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In a slow motion crawl of life's busy race |
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No matter what you're doing, if you start givin' up |
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If the wine don't come to the top of your cup |
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If the winds got you sideways with, with one hand holdin' on |
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And the other starts slippin' and the feelin' is gone |
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And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it |
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And the woods' easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it |
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And your sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long |
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And you start walkin' backwards though you know it's wrong |
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And lonesome comes up as down goes the day |
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And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away |
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And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin' |
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And your rope is a slidin' 'cause your hands are a drippin' |
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And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys |
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Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys |
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And your sky cries water and your drain pipes a pourin' |
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And the lightnin's a flashin' and the thunders a crashin' |
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And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' |
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And the roof tops a shakin' |
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And your whole world's a slammin' and bangin' |
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And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm |
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And to yourself, you sometimes say |
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"I never knew it was gonna be this way |
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Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?" |
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And you start gettin' chills and you're jumpin' from sweat |
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And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet |
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And you're knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air |
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And the whole world's a watchin' with a window peek stare |
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And your good gal leaves and she's long gone a flyin' |
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And your heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' |
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And your jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet |
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And you need it badly but it lays on the street |
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And your bells bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat |
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And you think your ears might been hurt |
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Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt |
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And you figured you failed in yesterday's rush |
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When you were faked out, an fooled white facin' a four flush |
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And all the time you were holdin' three queens |
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And it's makin' you mad, it's makin' you mean |
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Like in the middle of life magazine |
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Bouncin' around a pinball machine |
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And there's somethin' on your mind you wanna be sayin' |
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That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' |
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But it's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head |
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And it bothers you badly when you're layin' in bed |
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And no matter how you try, you just can't say it |
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And you're scared to your soul, you just might forget it |
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And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head |
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And your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead |
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And the lion's mouth opens and your starin' at his teeth |
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And his jaws start closin' with you underneath |
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And you're flat on your belly with your hands tied behind |
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And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign |
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And you say to yourself, just what am I doin'? |
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On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' |
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On this curve I'm hangin', on this pathway I'm strollin' |
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In the space I'm takin', in this air I'm inhalin'" |
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Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? |
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Why am I walkin', where am I runnin'? |
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What am I sayin', what am I knowin' |
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On this guitar I'm playin', on this banjo I'm frailin'? |
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On this mandolin I'm strummin' |
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In the song I'm singin', in the tune I'm hummin' |
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In the words I'm thinkin', in the words that I'm writtin' |
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In this ocean of hours, I'm all the time drinkin' |
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Who am I helpin', what am I breakin'? |
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What am I givin', what am I takin'? |
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But you try with your whole soul best |
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Never to think these thoughts and never to let |
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Them kind of thoughts gain ground or make your heart pound |
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But then again, you know why they're around |
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Just waitin' for a chance to slip and drop down |
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'Cause sometimes you hear 'em |
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When the night times comes creepin' |
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And you fear that they might catch you a sleepin' |
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And you jump from your bed, from your last chapter of dreamin' |
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And you can't remember for the best of your thinkin' |
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If that was you in the dream that was screamin' |
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And you know that it's somethin' special you're needin' |
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And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' |
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And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleedin' |
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And you need somethin' special |
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You need somethin' special, all right |
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You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track |
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To shoot you someplace and shoot you back |
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You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler |
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That's been bangin' and boomin' and blowin' forever |
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That knows your troubles a hundred times over |
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That won't laugh at your looks, your voice or your face |
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And by any number of bets in the book |
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You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race |
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Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze |
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You need somethin' to open up a new door |
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To show you somethin' you seen before |
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But overlooked a hundred times or more |
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You need somethin' to open your eyes |
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You need somethin' to make it known |
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That it's you and no one else that owns |
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That spot that you're standin', that space that you're sittin' |
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That the world ain't got you beat |
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That it ain't got you licked |
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It can't get you crazy, no matter how many times |
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You might get kicked |
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You need somethin' special all right |
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You need somethin' special to give you hope |
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But hope's just a word |
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That maybe you said or maybe you heard |
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On some windy corner, 'round a wide-angled curve |
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But that's what you need, man and you need it bad |
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And your trouble is you know it too good |
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'Cause you look and you start gettin' the chills |
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'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill |
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And it ain't on Macy's window sill |
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And it ain't on no rich kid's road map |
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And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house |
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And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ |
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And it ain't on that dim lit stage |
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With that half-wit comedian on it |
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Rantin' and ravin' and takin' your money |
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And you thinks it's funny |
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No, you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club |
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And it ain't in the seats of a supper club |
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And sure as hell, you're bound to tell |
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No matter how hard you rub |
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You just ain't a gonna find it on your ticket stub |
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No and it ain't in the rumors people are tellin' you |
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And it ain't in the pimple lotion people are sellin' you |
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And it ain't in no cardboard box house |
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Or down any movie star's blouse |
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And you can't find it on the golf course |
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And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus |
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And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes |
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And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons |
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And it ain't in the marshmallow noises |
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of the chocolate cake voices |
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That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' |
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Sayin', ain't I pretty? and ain't I cute?" |
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"Look at my skin |
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Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow |
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Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry |
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When you can't even sense if they got any insides |
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These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows |
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No, you'll not, now or no other day |
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Find it on the doorsteps made out a paper mache |
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And inside it the people made of molasses |
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That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses |
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And it ain't in the fifty star generals |
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And flipped out phonies |
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Who'd turn you in for a tenth of a penny |
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Who breathe and burp and bend and crack |
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And before you can count from one to ten |
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Do it all over again but this time behind your back, |
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My friend |
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The one's that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl |
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And play games with each other in their sand-box world |
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And you can't find it either in the no talent fools |
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That run around gallant |
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And make all rules for the ones that got talent |
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And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent |
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But think they do and think they're foolin' you |
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The ones who jump on the wagon |
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Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style |
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To get their kicks, get out of it quick |
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And make all kinds of money and chicks |
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And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat |
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Sayin', "Christ, do I gotta be like that? |
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Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at |
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Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel |
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Good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real" |
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No, but that ain't your game, it ain't your race |
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You can't hear your name, you can't see your face |
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You gotta look some other place |
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And where do you look for this hope that you're seekin' |
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Where do you look for this lamp that's a burnin'? |
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Where do you look for this oil well gushin'? |
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Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'? |
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Where do you look for this hope that you know is there |
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And out there somewhere? |
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And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads |
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Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows |
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Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways |
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You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs |
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You can either go to the church of your choice |
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Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital |
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You'll find God in the church of your choice |
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You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital |
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And though it's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong |
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You'll find them both in Grand Canyon, at sundown |
