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Every now and then |
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I get a little too close |
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To a kind of truth that's not worth thinking about |
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But you can't stop the mind from wandering |
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You've gotta slow it down |
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Maybe get yourself under control |
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And it's hard to stop the pondering |
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And there have been points when |
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I feel like I've been on a roll |
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But then those curtains get drawn |
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And the chances that you thought you had |
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They really come to nothing at all |
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And I have no need |
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For such things |
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But to make you happy |
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Does it make you happy? |
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And I've busted strings on this guitar |
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Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere |
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Could you make me happy? |
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And if you keep me on your right |
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Could I keep you on my left? |
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And there's a question on your lips |
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On your finger tips |
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Stabbing in the dark |
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Like you're cut, cut, |
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Cutting your fringe back |
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But it's grown out at such an angle |
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That the shears aren't sharp |
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You've got to straight, straight, |
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Straighten the blades up |
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And if I could make it easier |
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I would always try to make it easier |
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But to be a cautious operator |
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Is the way to |
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Stop this falling apart |
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And I have no need |
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For such things |
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But to make you happy |
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Does it make you happy? |
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And I've busted strings on this guitar |
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Makes me feel like I'm getting nowhere |
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Could you make me happy? |
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And I have no need |
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For such things |
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But to make you happy |
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Make you happy |
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Does it make you happy? |
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Does it make you happy? |
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And if you keep me on your right |
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Could I keep you on my left? |
