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Sometimes I'd like to vanish, and feel the pressure drop |
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I'd exchange my life with someone else and still come out on top |
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With the world upon my shoulders, and my shoulder to the wheel |
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I can take what I am given, I can keep what I can steal |
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Why is the man I feel never the man I dream |
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Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been |
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Why is the man I dream never the man you see |
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I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be |
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And I wish I was a cowboy riding through this rugged land |
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I could stuff my bag of canvas and be sure my shooting hand |
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I'd be mean and I'd be crazy, I'd be ignorant and rude |
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And I'd stare into the sunset to create that lonessome mood |
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Why is the man I feel never the man I dream |
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Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been |
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Why is the man I dream never the man you see |
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I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be |
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Why is the man I feel never the man I dream |
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Looking straight ahead when I hate to see where I have been |
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Why is the man I dream never the man you see |
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I was looking to you for the clue to the man I could be |
