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Baby, I am waiting for a ride |
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And it may take some time |
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But you know I would fly if I could fly |
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Climb if I could climb and my dreams |
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As everything with me, are just like that |
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Where I see the place I need to be |
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But not the way there |
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Cause all the things that we have seen |
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Are all the things we want to show |
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But all the things that we have seen |
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Are not always the things we ever really know |
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Baby, this is such a pretty mess |
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My little monkey wrench |
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And it sits where all the machinists |
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Can examine it |
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And that's fine, I like reading their minds |
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As they're figuring odds and times |
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It's pointless, but it's fine |
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There's nothing to find |
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Cause all the things that we have seen |
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Are all the things we want to show |
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But all the things that we have seen |
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Are not always the things we ever really know |
