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Got a grand house out in the country. |
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Marble pillars holding the door. |
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Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before. |
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Got a roller out in the garage. |
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But the wheels are stuck to the floor. |
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Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore. |
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I don't want to be me, i don't want to be me, |
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I know it's hard to see, but i don't want to be me. |
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Had me playing down at the palace. |
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I was declared the belle of the ball. |
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Made the boys take my goods and chattels away-- |
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Now i'm staring at an empty hall. |
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I don't want to be me. |
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Pardon me--i'm on my way. |
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Pardon me but i'm going. |
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Taking on the simple life and i feel the grass roots growing. |
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I'm going to ride the ragged road-- |
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Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset. |
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No circuits running overload--well maybe i'm not done yet. |
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Now there's nothing left in the cupboard |
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And three bears' been eating my soup. |
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My life is one big critical mess if you take a look. |
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And the butler's off in ibiza on expense account gone berserk. |
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But i can't check out of this crazy world |
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Without being a jerk--i don't want to be me. |
