| Don’t know the meaning of every position
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| Don’t know the outcome of each decision I make
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| Don’t even know all the words of every song that I sing
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| And I sing my songs time after time
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| And every time I sing them I’m glad to know they’re mine
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| And I’m not a bad person
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| But I can do a whole lot better
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| And I smoke and I drink
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| And I don’t work out but I think
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| And I’m good enough for you to rest your head on
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| Time slips through my fingers like sand
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| This is one of the rules for me which I cannot bend
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| Trying to figure out everything I don’t understand
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| But it’s so exhausting
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| It’s so exhausting
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| Now that’s why I smoke
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| And I smoke and I drink
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| I don’t work out but I think
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| And I’m good enough for you to rest your head on
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| To rest your head on
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| Don’t you understand that even paradise has its bitter moments?
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| I already know that my life isn’t always about romance
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| But I keep moving on and grooving, yeah
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| But excuse me while I
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| And I don’t work out but I think
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| I’m good enough for you to rest your head on
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| To rest your head on
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| Oh baby, baby, head on |