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On the hottest night of the year |
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Lying in a patch of rhododendrons |
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A bottle of whiskey under my arm |
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Trying to count a sky full of stars |
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I dream of order, I dream of fleets |
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Of Napoleon in aquamarine |
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He said, "Linus, put that blanket down |
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You've slammed your door too many times" |
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He said "Linus, put that blanket down |
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The world won't wait" |
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Boy, what you gonna do with your life? |
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When I was your age |
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I was commanding fleets |
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When I was your age |
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I was soaked in victory |
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And now you can't keep a job |
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And you can't keep a wife |
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What a horrible mess |
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You're gonna make of your life |
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Watched way too many |
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American films |
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To be John Wayne |
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Brando or James Dean |
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Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick |
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Waiting so long for the next great party |
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So many questions, so little to say |
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You don't need these weights |
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Boy, what you gonna do with your life? |
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So you want to be an artist |
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Want to be a singer |
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Want to be remembered |
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For what you could create |
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So you want to be a cowboy |
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Riding to the distance |
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Never have to listen |
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Or answer to anyone |
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So you want to be a boxer |
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Surviving on your instincts |
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Relying on your fists |
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And the quickness of your wit |
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Are you bigger than these buildings |
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And the gray around you? |
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Is your pain more worthy |
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Than everybody else? |
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Drunk again in the rhododendrons |