| I don’t know but I’ve been told
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| Everyone gets real old
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| And maybe you’ve got that time but I don’t
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| You know me, I’m a song
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| And songs can only be so long
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| Close your eyes
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| Close your mind and sing along
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| 'cause maybe you’ve got the time
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| Maybe you’ve got that time
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| But I don’t
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| But I don’t
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| Maybe you’ve got that time
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| Maybe you’ve got that time
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| But I don’t
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| But I don’t
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| And your hands are freezing
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| And you just stopped breathing
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| And I just don’t know what to say
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| And I can’t stop shaking
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| The fever’s not breaking
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| And I’ve got no reason to stay
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| I believe what I believe
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| Because I want but don’t receive
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| Quarantine me and teach me what you mean
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| Paint my brain, tobacco stain
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| Eyes hang low, stand up straight
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| Alternate
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| Settle down and then explain
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| Why your hands are freezing
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| And you just stopped breathing
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| And I just don’t know what to say
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| And I can’t stop shaking
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| The fever’s not breaking
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| And I’ve got no reason to stay
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| And your hands are freezing
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| And you just stopped breathing
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| And I just don’t know what to say
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| And I can’t stop shaking
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| The fever’s not breaking
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| And I’ve got no reason to stay |