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This, this is not a band |
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You, you are not a fan |
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No one can tell a man |
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How to use his hands |
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Dig, dig this little song (dust it off, put it on) |
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No one can tell you how (to return to a burnin' town) |
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Why's the view so wrongif everyone was already gone? |
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Now that I'm old, where do my hands go? |
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I have been told, |
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If you're not careful |
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You'll never find a way home |
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You're gonna spin out of control |
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Hear, hear the way the players change (me when I reach the end of my range) |
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When I sing |
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I think of my limitations (in my dreams I still got thehesitation) |
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Lately I was wrong |
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Maybe this is just a song |
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The same coin when you feel that you can really love |
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That's the main point can you feel it can you really love |
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My head is stuck in sand |
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There is no ocean |
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There is no band |
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I am stranded |
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Now that I'm old, where do my hands go? |
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I have been told, if you're not careful |
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You'll never find a way home |
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You're gonna spin out of control |
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I remember hovering(stop that dancing, you start shoveling) |
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I remember floating(stop pining, stop gloating) |
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SoHold me just a little bit longer |
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NoThat sinking feeling is getting stronger |
