| I’m going down, my nose is in the sand
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| I’m going down, down, down baby, my nose is in the sand
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| A cloud of dust has came over me, I think I’m drowning on dry land
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| My father told me, he says «Son don’t rush to be a man»
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| Yeah, you know my father he told me, he says «Son don’t you rush to be a man»
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| But I wanna head on, and now I think I’m drowning on dry land
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| That’s OK way to go
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| My mother told me the story
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| About that lil' dog that couldn’t see too well
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| She said crossed the railroad track one day
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| You know the train cut off a part of his tail
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| He turned around but never looked up
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| Just to peep over the rail
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| And she say he lost his whole head
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| Trying to find a little piece of tail
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| That’s why I’m going down, my nose is in the sand
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| A could of dust just came over me
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| And now I think I’m drowning on dry land |