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It's just a stone's throw from here to eternity |
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From the back road to where |
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I long to be |
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The world has changed leaving only the truth intact |
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You think it's a game to me, it means more than that |
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But I'm a late bloomer, |
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I'm a slow learner |
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And I've turned the record over |
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I'm a long player, my song is my savior |
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I've got to raise it up as far as my spirit can reach |
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That everyone might see |
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Within earshot of rose colored dreamers at best |
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I don't mean to eavesdrop, it's just part of my job |
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I guessAt one glance they don't know the truth by half |
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How announcing your plans is a sure way to hear |
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God laughLike a crab apple on the tree |
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They'll find life more bitter than sweet |
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I'm a late bloomer, |
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I'm a slow learner |
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And I've heard the penny drop |
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I'm a small player with a tall order to come out on top |
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And without selling my soul |
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That everyone might know that |
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I'm a late bloomer |
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From a turntable to a phone |
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From a revolution to a ring tone |
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I'm a late bloomer, |
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I'm a slow learner |
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And I've turned the record over |
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I'm a long player, my song is my savior |
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Got to raise it up |
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I'm a late bloomer, |
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I'm a slow learner |
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And I've heard the penny drop |
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I'm a small player with a tall order to come out on top |
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And without selling my soul, that's how a flower grows |
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And I'm a late bloomer |
