| Well it ain’t your job for to take care of me
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| I don’t want your damn help anyway
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| Take your eyes to the road
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| For it’s time now to go
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| There’s a world you left waiting
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| And it ain’t your job to take care of me
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| And you known it don’t bother me now
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| Sure as each flower blooms
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| Every flower is doomed
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| And we’ll meet in the belly of the worm
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| Through the rain and snow
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| Oh have I watched you grow
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| As your shoulders rise up to the sky
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| Don’t despair in it all
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| Though I stumble and fall
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| Always knew I couldn’t keep up, forever
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| And it ain’t your job to take care of me
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| And you know that it’s better this way
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| You’ll go your way and mine
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| For you’re still in your prime
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| And I’m just an old fool getting older
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| And it ain’t your job to take care of me
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| Pack your bags, fill your boots
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| Don’t look back
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| You’ll catch up with your quest
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| Leave me here for to rest
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| And we’ll meet in the belly of the worm
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| Through the rain and snow
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| Oh have I watched you grow
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| As your shoulders rise up to the sky
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| Don’t succumb to despair
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| Fill your lungs with the air
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| And we’ll meet in the belly of the worm |