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I may be slower than some folks |
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But I always make my way |
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I move forward with my hopes |
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And I sometimes save the day |
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Where do I begin? |
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Cause there's a whirl pool of information |
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That you've got to sort through |
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To get to where it's at |
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It falls flat and it makes you crazy |
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But I get the feeling |
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That I get what it's about |
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It's just a feeling |
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I can't really spell it out |
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I get the feeling |
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That I get what it's about |
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>From the bar to the car park |
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Theories fly about |
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They fall short for the most part |
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But I'm not keeping count |
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And why should I begin? |
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Cause there's a whirl pool |
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Of people who will stop |
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And they will tell you |
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The things that you will not |
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They roll their eyes and they call you crazy |
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But you get the feeling |
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That you get what it's about |
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It's just a feeling |
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You can't really spell it out |
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You get the feeling |
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That you get what it's about |
