| You’ve been living fancy fine
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| You’ve been doing as you please
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| This life of your design
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| Will bring you to your knees
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| 'Cause there is no road so rough
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| Even angels feel the tread
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| But when you lose enough
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| No more circus and no more bread
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| Put your foot upon the path
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| Put your hands upon a plow
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| Never be afraid to laugh
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| Just be glad that you know how
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| You can turn your head away
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| You can drive against the wind
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| You may leave another day
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| You may never laugh again
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| You could read your heart
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| Like a book upon the shelf
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| Would you wrestle with the part
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| Be afraid to be yourself
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| 'Cause the lines are very thin
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| Your bluff is already called
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| It’s a long, hard road of sin
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| And that first step feels like a fall
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| Put your foot upon the path
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| Put your hands upon a plow
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| Never be afraid to laugh
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| Just be glad that you know how
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| You can turn your head away
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| You can drive against the wind
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| You may leave another day
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| You may never laugh again
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| You may never laugh again |