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Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60 |
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You have no land of your own |
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A job you despise |
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And a lover that's mean |
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And you started noticing a disturbing thing |
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Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen |
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So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east |
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And you drove for eight days aimlessly |
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Telling yourself to be humble |
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Singing to yourself to be free |
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Being full aware that it's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey |
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Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y |
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Where the sugar towers rise til the line and meet the streets |
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Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets |
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I covered the bloodstained matress underneath |
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to Went the local bar and you got yourself a drink |
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Telling yourself to be humble |
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Singing to yourself to be free |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen |
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A slender man with a moustache, a bow tie and nothing between |
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Looking like a preacher son who had given in the devil-worshipping scene |
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He was a real looker and he bought you a drink |
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And you proceeded to tell him everything |
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And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed |
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You laughed like a carburettor then you screamed |
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Oh the doubt and the disbelief |
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Telling yourself to be humble |
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Singing to yourself to be free |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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And he told you how he came to be |
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As an alterboy by his father's knees |
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And how he came to lose his faith |
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There was no touching but advances were made |
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And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him |
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And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean |
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A stormcloud, a hurricane if you will |
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A stormcloud, a hurricane |
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Telling yourself to be humble |
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Singing to yourself to be free |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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Go home lady, find yourself happy |
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It's just a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
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It's a middle aged crisis type thing |
