| Now heaven knows I’ve got one short damn fuse
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| So come sit down a spell while I light up the room
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| If walls could talk, they’d be know-it-alls
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| So we live in the sticks and aren’t some fish you can catch
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| And it makes my skin crawl
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| I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed so what’s the use?
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| She knew, she knew…
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| He fights like hell because he wants to glow
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| And would tackle the sun to be a bright bulb
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| I wonder if he’ll wake us up in time
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| (Chorus)
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| He’s gray and has to hide somewhere in between black and white
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| Cause its safe, but never was brave
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| Before it’s over
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| I hope he takes you too
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| You too
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| They say attack can be the best defense
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| And I’ve got mother’s smile and both my dad’s fists
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| If John Doe escapes carry his name and when it’s time to sign
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| Ask where, not why
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| And it makes my blood boil
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| Those black letter days all their mail just winds up lost
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| (Chorus)
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| He’s gray, And has to hide somewhere in between black and white
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| Cause it’s safe, But never was brave
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| Before it’s over
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| I hope he takes you too
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| You too
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| You’ll see whispers in the winter
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| My temper doesn’t laugh
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| And every spring I hear them sing, I hear them sing
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| Oh Every spring I hear them sing,
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| I hear them sing
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| Every spring I hear them sing
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| If he’s going down
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| If he’s going under the ground
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| I hope he takes you too
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| You too, whoa
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| I hope he takes you too
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| You too |