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I don't know what it is |
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but you got to do it |
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I don't know where to go |
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But you got to be there |
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I don't know where to fall |
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But I know that it is comfortable where |
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I don't know where it is |
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Putting all of my time |
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In learning to care |
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And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere |
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Want a locket of who |
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Made me lose my perfunctory view |
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Of all that is around |
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And of all that I do |
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So I knock on the door |
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Take a step that is new |
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Never been here before |
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Is there anyone else here too |
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In love with beauty |
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Playing all of the games |
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Who thinks three's company |
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Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies |
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I don't know what it is |
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Take a lookin around |
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At friendly faces |
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All declaring a war on far off places |
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Is there anyone else |
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Who is through with complaining about what's Done unto |
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Us. So I knock on the door |
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And I am on the train |
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Going god knows where to |
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To get me over |
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To get me over |
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Give me heaven or hell Calais or Dover |
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I was hoping the train |
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Was my big number |
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Stopping in Santa Fe and the arches of Topeka |
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Though I'm chugging along, |
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Put away by the crossing hand |
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We'll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan |
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Find myself running around |
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I don't know what it is so get me over |
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I don't know what it is so get me over |
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I don't know what it is so get me over |
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To get me over |
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You gotta do it. |
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You gotta be there |
