| Like water for a cactus
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| I’m in need of a long cold drink
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| Like a tree in the forest
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| Before it’s chopped down it has anxiety
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| On the road rev up the engine
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| I’m playing chicken and I ain’t gonna turn
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| Though it’s icy conditions
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| I find a way to always get burned
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Soaring godwit on tired wings
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| Here comes a rockslide and I’m underneath
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| Speed to the surface and risk the bends
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| Always conclusive just a matter of when
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| When
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| With a sleeve of emotions
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| I walk the beat with posture that’s curved
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| Getting by fit and able
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| A dotted line with a learning curve
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| If the motor malfunctions
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| I need an off-hours handyman
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| And get back to the ruckus
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| A sugar fix for a kid in candy land
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Soaring godwit on tired wings
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| Avalanche a coming pull up the sheets
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| Speed to the surface and risk the bends
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| Weathered but pompous cause I know where I’ve been
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| Bend the throttle
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| Briefly interrupted
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| Out of my hands
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| And no longer captive
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Soaring godwit on tired wings
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| Oncoming rock slide and I’m underneath
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| Soaring godwit on tired wings
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| Oncoming rock slide and I’m underneath
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment
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| Fly in the ointment |