| Well the animals laugh
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| From the dark of the wilderness
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| A baby cries hard
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| In an apartment complex
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| As I pass in a car
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| Buried under the influence
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| The cities driving me out
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| of my mind
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| I’ve seen a child he’s caught
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| In the sad trap of gravity
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| He falls from the lowest
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| Branch of the apple tree
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| And lands in the grass
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| And weeps for his dignity
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| Next time he will not aim so high
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| Yeah, next time neither will I Now, a mother takes loans out
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| Sends her kids off to colleges
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| Her family’s reduced
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| To names on a shopping list
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| While a coroner kneels
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| Beneath the great wooden crucifix
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| He knows there’s worse things than being
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| Alone.
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| And so I’ve learned to retreat
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| At the first sign of danger
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| I mean, why wait around if It’s just to surrender
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| And ambition I’ve found
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| Can lead only to failure
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| I do not read the reviews
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| No I am not singing for you
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| Well I stood droppin' a coin
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| Into the pit of a well
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| And I would throw my whole billfold
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| If I thought it would help
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| With all these wishes I make
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| I should buy something real
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| At least a telephone
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| Call home
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| Well my teachers they built
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| This retaining wall of memory
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| All those multiple choices
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| I answered so quickly
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| And got my grades back
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| And forgot just as easily
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| But at least I got an A And so I don’t have them to blame
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| Well I should stop pointing fingers
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| Reserve my judgment
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| Of all those public action figures
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| And cowboy presidents
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| So loud behind the bull-horns
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| So proud they can’t admit
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| When they’ve made a mistake
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| While poison ink spews
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| From a speech writers pen
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| He knows he don’t have to say it So it don’t bother him
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| Honesty accuracy
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| It’s just popular opinion
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| And the approval ratings high
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| And so someone’s gonna die
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| Well ABC NBC CBS bullshit
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| They give us fact or fiction
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| I guess an even split
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| And each new act of war’s tonight’s entertainment
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| We’re still the pawns in their game
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| As they take eye for an eye
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| Until no one can see
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| We must stumble blindly forward
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| Repeating history
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| Well I guess we all fit into that slogan
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| On your fast food marquee
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| Red blooded white skinned and oh the blues
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| Oh and the blues I got the blues that’s me Well I awoke in relief
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| My sheets and tubes were all tangled
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| Weak from whiskey and pills
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| In a Chicago hospital
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| And my father was there
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| In a chair by the window
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| Starin' so far away
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| I tried talking just whispered
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| So sorry so selfish
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| He stopped me and said
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| Child, I love you regardless
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| There nothing you could do That would ever change this
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| I’m not angry, it happens
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| But you just can’t do it again
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| And so now I try to keep up I been exchanging my currency
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| While a million objects
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| Pass though my periphery
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| Now I’m rubbin' my eyes
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| 'Cause they’re starting to bother me I been staring too long at the screen
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| But where was it when I first heard
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| That sweet sound of humility
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| It came to my ears in the
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| Goddamned loveliest melody
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| How grateful I was then
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| To be part of the mystery
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| To love and to be loved
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| Lets just hope that is enough |