| We sit with the fools and the sinners
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| The jokers and the killers
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| It’s just our way
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| Toss a rock and you break a window
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| Toss a feather up and watch the wind blow
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| It away
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| And you can float on the wind for so long
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| But someday honey you’ve got to come back down
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| And when you do, I’ll be hangin' around
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| It smells like smoke in here
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| And the piano doesn’t play
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| It never did
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| And there’s this feeling I get
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| When you’re in the room I want you to stay
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| And you can float on the wind for so long
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| But someday honey you’ve got to come back down
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| And when you do, I’ll be hangin' around
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| And you can float on the wind for so long
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| But someday honey you’ve got to come back down
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| And when you do, I’ll be hangin' around
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| And be good to your mothers, oh they did the best they could
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| And bleed for your brothers, 'cause Lord knows that they would
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| And be good to your mothers, oh they did the best they could
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| And you better bleed for your brothers, 'cause Lord knows that they would |