| You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy?
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| With your quiet voice and impeccable style
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| Don’t ever let them steal your joy
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| And your gentle ways, to keep 'em from running wild
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| They can kick dirt in your face
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| Dress you down, and tell you that your place
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| Is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine
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| I see you tugging on your shirt
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| Trying to hide inside of it and hide how much it hurts
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| Let 'em laugh while they can
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| Let 'em spin, let 'em scatter in the wind
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| I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
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| And the joke’s on them
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| You get discouraged, don’t you, girl?
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| It’s your brother’s world for a while longer
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| You gotta dance with the devil on a river
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| To beat the stream
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| Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder
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| They come to kick dirt in your face
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| To call you weak and then displace you
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| After carrying your baby on your back across the desert
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| I saw your eyes behind your hair
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| And you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared
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| Let 'em laugh while they can
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| Let 'em spin, let 'em scatter in the wind
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| I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
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| And the joke’s on them
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| Let 'em laugh while they can
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| Let 'em spin, let 'em scatter in the wind
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| I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
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| And the joke’s on them |