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I think these hands have felt a lot, |
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I don't know, what have I touched, |
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I think these eyes have seen a lot, |
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I don't know, maybe they've seen too much. |
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I think this brain has thought a lot, |
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Searching, trying to find the crutch, |
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I think this heart has bled once too often, |
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This time it's bled a bit too much. |
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Too much of anything, too much for me, |
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Too much of everything gets too much for me. |
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I can't remember before '49, |
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But I know that '48 was there, |
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My ears let in what I should speak out, |
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Hmmm, there's something in the air. |
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Ooh, I've overloaded on my way, |
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Bye, bye, bye, bye, you better keep in touch. |
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Think your ears hear a whole lot of music, |
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And like me they've caught a bit too much. |
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Too much of anything, is too much for me, |
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Too much of everything gets too much for me. |
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I think these hands have felt a lot, |
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I don't know, what have I touched, |
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I think these eyes have seen a lot, |
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I don't know, maybe they've seen too much. |
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I think this brain has thought a lot, |
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Oh, searching, trying to find the crutch, |
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I think these ears hear a whole lot of music, |
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And like me they've heard a bit too much. |
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Too much of anything, is too much for me, |
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Too much of everything gets too much for me. |
