| Well I found out, what it’s like
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| To walk among the cobras and, really be alone
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| And to pick at all the bones
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| Well I found out, what it meant
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| To really say I’m starving, and the truth was so alarming
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| And in fact I find it haunting
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| Oh well I found out, what they meant
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| To walk among the cobras and to really be alone
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| Well I found out, what it’s worth
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| For a girl to say «I love you» and «God bless the stars above you»
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| Well I found out, what it meant
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| To really earn a dollar, and to scream instead of holler
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| And to lead instead of follow
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| And I found out, they were right
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| The man who’ll rob your eyes to see
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| And it’s all in front of me
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| And the truth won’t set you free
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| Well I found out, what it meant
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| To walk among the cobras and, to really be alone
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| Well I found out, what it’s worth
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| For a girl to say «I love you» and «God bless the stars above you»
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| And that letter, that I sent
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| You know every word I meant, and I’m singing my lament
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| And I haven’t got there yet
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| And that letter, you sent back
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| Took it with me down the tracks, but the man he brought me back
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| Caught me peeping through the cracks |