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I am just a troubadour |
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a tried and true believer |
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if there's nothing that I can live for |
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I don't want to be here |
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I wear my heart on my shirtsleeve |
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and my dark glasses over my eyes |
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clever disguise |
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clever disguise |
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I'm just a roadside flower draped in a fancy dress |
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from my booth in the broadcasting tower |
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I send out my s.o.s. |
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and when I reach into the breach |
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of a wandering pair of eyes |
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I see a clever disguise |
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clever disguise |
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I'm just a lonely freight train comin |
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hummin round a hairpin bend |
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tryin to keep my engines runnin |
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til I reach some kind of rainbow's end |
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I saw you there at the rally down at the city hall |
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and before you even reached your finale |
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I'd already started to fall |
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you say you're just a prairie boy |
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neither wealthy, worthy, nor wise |
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clever disguise |
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clever disguise |
