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I hit the dirt to begin |
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our story had hardly begun |
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before I even got my turn |
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I had been outdone |
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There was a moment there |
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I gave in and I lost my share |
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buried it inside |
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threw it back without a care |
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Now what have I come home to |
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and what good could I ever do |
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I am not the fi rst or the fi nal one to break |
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the rules |
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Though I gave it all |
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I don't know what for |
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I have nothing at all to confess |
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Some boys they throw their hands |
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some make unfair demands |
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some see the science |
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and they deny to the end |
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Now why have I come home |
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and what have I come home to |
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why have I come home |
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just to break the rule |
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Though I gave it all |
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I don't know what for |
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I have nothing at all to confess |
