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Well, you can ride on the crest of a wave |
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If that's where you want to be |
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But does the look on your face |
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Mean you're really feeling happy? |
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Or do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg |
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Or a poor man much too proud to beg |
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Or a page from a book that can't be read at all? |
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You gotta see by the way |
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That they are talking |
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That it's time for you |
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To pick up your grip start walking' |
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Cause they want to see your long legs flying |
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Go to the place where the earth meets the sky and |
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Don't stop to turn around and wave goodbye at all |
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They won't be satisfied |
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Till you're out of their sight |
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But I wonder how will you feel |
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With a deck of cards |
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You're not around to deal |
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You're not around to deal |
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They won't be satisfied |
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Till you're out of their sight |
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But I wonder how will you feel |
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With a deck of cards |
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You're not around to deal? |
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You're not around to deal |
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Well, they say it's a lie, a joke |
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That you are living |
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But you know one thing they don't |
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You won't give in' |
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Cause you're like a cat, chasin' its tail |
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Makes a million circles but you're gonna fail |
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Look down you just don't understand |
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Well, you can ride on the crest of a wave |
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If that's where you want to be |
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But does the look on your face |
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Mean you're really feeling happy? |
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Well, do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg |
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A poor man much too proud to beg |
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Or a page from a book that can't be read at all? |
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Well, do you feel like you're standing on a wooden leg |
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Or a poor man much too proud to beg |
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Or a page from a book that can't be read at all? |
