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Books are stacked on my table, I've got books filling my shelves |
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Day and night I've been trying to unravel myself |
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But I've been looking for answers that don't seem to wanna be had |
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and people don't live too long when they're feeling this bad |
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So I don't wanna know about nothin' |
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unless it's something I can see or touch |
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'cause I've been living on the inside too much |
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I miss those Labor Day picnics like the ones that we used to have |
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Where no one's worrying about nothing, no one's feeling bad |
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I wanna roll down the hillside, lay dizzy in the cool green gra*s |
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and jump around like a frog in a gunny sack |
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And I don't wanna know about nothin' |
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unless it's something I can see or touch |
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'cause I've been living on the inside a little too much |
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My friend has got some babies and she loves them with all of her might |
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They run around all day, they keep her up at night |
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But she can kiss those faces and she's the one who gets to see them smile |
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I'm thinking maybe that'd beat this by a pretty long mile |
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And I don't wanna know about nothin' |
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unless it's something I can see or touch |
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'cause I've been living on the inside a little too much |
