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Someone's gonna tell you and it might be me |
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There's something on your face that even you can't see |
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It isn't your eyes and it isn't your nose |
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You don't have to sniff to tell you that it ain't no rose |
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It's something in your arrogant line |
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Your brain is tired of biding its time |
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You're gonna blow up here |
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So Paul you got to make up your mind |
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You drag into the studio and don't care why |
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You got a life as big as city hall and that's no lie |
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The aging owner treats you to a couple of beers |
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Feeding you clinches about the thing between your ears |
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You wonder if its all he can say |
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You'll find a better way to say it someday |
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But you're too busy stripping gears |
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Now Paul your life is dripping away |
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Hang in, hang out, hang on, hang on |
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Paul you're having a ball |
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It's your way of life and not mine |
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It's so strangely easy to see |
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But you're laughing so hard you could die |
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I'm not about to tell you what you should be doing |
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I tend to disappear when I smell trouble brewing |
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I understand exactly what's the matter with you |
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We're stranded here together in this paddle less canoe |
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I'll take my chances in the water for now |
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It's what my mother would have wanted anyhow |
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The life you're living is over |
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But Paul, you're no contented cow |
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They say being in show biz is a thrill |
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It makes your life a breeze |
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But you better do something |
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Paul before it kills you, yeah |
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Paul, you've got to make up your mind |