| That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry
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| Oh that sidewalk is a river that I fished dry
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| And now it’s my heavy hand filling the brim
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| And it hauled me out of their brim
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| But my coat of arms burns stronger still
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| But my coat of arms burns stronger still
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| And foreign tongue ties me here
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| Foreign tongue ties me here
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| So hang my slips out with the words between the lines
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| Oh hang my slips out with the words between the lines
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| And bow my head to their ears
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| Bow my head to those ears
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| I’ll never tip-toe across my home ever again
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| I’ll never tip-toe across my home ever again
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| Ever again
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| Ever again
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| And foreign tongue ties me here
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| Foreign tongue ties me here |