| So I kept my curtains closed through the summer
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| Because the room would become too bright
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| And I kept my thoughts to myself through the summer
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| Because you wouldn’t comprehend the beginning or the end
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| And I wanted to get up, but I just couldn’t get up
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| And I wanted to run but my legs weren’t there
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| Yeah I wanted to get up, but I just couldn’t get up
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| And I wanted to run by my mind was scared
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| Speaking one’s thoughts can ruin the effect
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| Of wanting to appear circumspect
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| Them’s the breaks, the pains and the aches
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| The strikes and gutters
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| Them’s the breaks, the give and the takes
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| And what doesn’t matter, them’s the breaks
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| So I tried to hibernate through the winter
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| Because there’s always someone knocking on your door
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| And I kept my nose clean through the winter
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| Because there’s not much solace in the drunken dark
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| And I wanted to leave, but I just couldn’t leave
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| And I wanted to give but they always want more
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| Yeah I wanted to leave, but I just couldn’t leave
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| And I wanted to give but they always take more |
| Drinking 'til you drop can ruin the effect
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| Of wanting to maintain self-respect
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| Can’t stand in the white canyon
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| Can’t stand in the white canyon
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| Can’t stand in the white canyon
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| Can’t stand in the white canyon
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| So I closed my eyes and sweated it out
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| On the boats and the asphalt and the tiles
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| And I called everybody that I know
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| In the hope that they would stir my soul |