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Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow |
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Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer |
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And everything that I know |
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What some men will do here for diamonds |
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What some men will do here for gold |
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They're wounded but they just keep on climbing |
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And sleep by the side of the road |
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There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb |
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Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime |
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Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green |
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Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream |
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Small-time Napoleon's shattered his knees |
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But he stays in the saddle for Rose |
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And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter |
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And they gather what's left of his clothes |
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What some men will do here for diamonds |
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What some men will do here for gold |
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They're wounded but they just keep on climbing |
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And sleep by the side of the road |
