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What you gonna do? |
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I don't know, my friend |
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But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents |
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Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah! |
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Nine times out of ten |
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I'm not the guidance type |
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I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life |
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And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills |
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It kills the time |
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Until you fill your heart, you'll see |
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There's more to you than what you think and need |
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Where you gonna go? |
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I don't know, my friend |
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But I'll take this road forever or until it does end |
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Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere! |
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Maybe to the west |
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Where they don't fall down |
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In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town |
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A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills |
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It kills the time |
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Until you fill your heart, you'll see |
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There's more to you than what you think and need |
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We can share our bland opinions |
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About the quality of air |
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And all will be right |
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All will be right on top |
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There's a place in old dominion |
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Near that courthouse by the square |
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Where all will be right |
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All will be right on top of the day |
