| And if I take a different tack
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| Well then forgive me if the long way round
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| Confuses up the point until you’re numb enough to hear
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| That you’re using the anointing oil like its sacramental beer
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| And don’t blame heaven or hell
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| You have to look to yourself
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| And nobody else will lift a light to make you see
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| Don’t got to learn a damn thing
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| Part of being free
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| And I realize
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| When I buck my place
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| It’s my feet but it’s their race
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| And I don’t run unless you try to chase me
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| And I don’t leave unless you offer me a stay
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| And I won’t fight unless I’m cornered or I’m after what I want
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| What that is, I wish that I could say
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| So forgive me or forget you
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| If you think you cannot bear
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| Believe me life won’t let you
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| If you blink you shall not fare
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| But should you get the chance
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| Try to make for the fence
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| It’s a subtle dance we do
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| To stay in from the cold
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| And the cleverest ones
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| Get to be real old
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| I may struggle
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| I may complain
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| But I’m just trying to grab at the reins
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| And I don’t run unless you try to chase me
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| And I don’t leave until you offer me a stay
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| And I don’t fight unless I’m cornered or I’m after what I want
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| What that is, I wish that I could say
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| I don’t run unless you try to chase me
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| And I don’t leave until you offer me a stay
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| And I don’t fight unless I’m cornered or I’m after what I want
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| What that is, I wish that I could say
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| And if I’m wondering where to go well then forgive me if I don’t know |