| Won’t they ever leave you and I all alone? |
| Yeah that’s all I’m askin' for
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| I know you hate the 100 yard stare I get while dangling docile wide awake
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| But you’re my rainbow chasin' excogitation
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| Yeah true blue when you look at me like that for heaven’s sake
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| And it’s gonna be a long long time
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| Before Captain Composite and his worker bee get to me
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| And baby can’t you feel all of the beats in my impulsive
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| No goal oriented dimensia
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| That’s why no one can explain
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| The way young boys like me can naturally refrain
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| So won’t they ever leave me all alone? |
| Yeah that’s all I’m askin' for
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| The bishop, politician, and the police man yeah I never dug any of them
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| I clung to a drunk man’s words and a sober boy’s thoughts
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| And the sound it hitchhiked right on in with all the mighty gusts of wind
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| And we’re wide awake
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| Down-and-out's the perfect rendezvous for men and you to feel the edge
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| Before our next payday. |
| They pardoned me for being out of touch with
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| Scene when their scenes were out of touch with me
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| And oh yeah, what an existence
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| Inconsistency it got me here
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| And oh yeah, what’s broken don’t fix it
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| Cause I’m wide awake
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| There’s something slowly crawling up my spine into a head
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| That is self-stocked with bad expectations
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| So I beg a little bit for some old fashioned exchange of patience
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| Boy you’ll never outgrow them chains you done made
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| Sing chains that I’m wearing!
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| I chased the taste of summer belles until I tripped and fell
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| The bats the boy and his
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| Well I’d like to say the chains that I have made came when I bet my bottom
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| dollar
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| Then there was me and my reality
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| Just me in my reality
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| I sold my favorite records so I could put out records and the ones that I have
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| got left
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| Are scattered all across the floor of momma’s baby drummer boy
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| Man, that’s love |