| Tell me the truth, how do you feel?
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| Like you’re rollin' so fast that you’re spinnin' your wheels?
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| Don’t feel too bad, you’re not all along
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| We’re all tryin' to get along
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| With ev’rybody else try’n' to go their way
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| You’re bound to get tripped, and what can you say?
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| Just go along 'til they turn out the lights
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| There’s nothin' we can do to fight it
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| No man’s got it made till he’s far beyond the pain
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| And we who must remain go on living just the same
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| I once knew a man, very talented guy
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| He’s sing for the people and people would cry
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| They knew that his song came from deep down inside
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| You could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes
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| And so he traveled along, touch your heart, then be gone
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| Like a flower, he bloomed till that old hickory wind
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| Called him home
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| My man’s got it made
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| He’s gone far beyond the pain
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| And we who must remain go on living just the same
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| We who must remain go on laughing just the same |