| Ask me whatever yes is and knows
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| I’m a man of the world who has traveled all roads
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| And I’ve seen all the troubles that a lifetime should see
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| Like a man on a fish -- it ain’t no place to be
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| And I’ve seen only sorrow in brassy old beds
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| And I’ve looked for the answers in many gray heads
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| I like to listen to the words that I say
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| I’m the only man left who will see things my way
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| Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold
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| I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold
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| Look at my face boy -- study it close
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| Look at my eyes and notice my nose
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| Are you thinking that I must have been quiet a man
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| Well it’s more than you think -- I can still break ya hand
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| If its pity you’re giving — then I’ll have me none
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| If it’s warmth you’re expecting -- go out in the sun!
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| I like to listen to the words that I say
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| I’m the only man left who will see things my way
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| Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold
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| I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold
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| Your time is coming and mine’s near the end
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| I believe there’s a chance that I might be here again
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| And I’ll see all the troubles that a lifetime should see
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| Like a man on a fish -- it ain’t no place to be
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| And I’ll throw my arm out as I reach for the ring
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| Life’s a merry-go-round -- I’ll repeat everything!
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| I like to listen to the words that I say
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| I’m the only man left who will see things my way
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| Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold
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| I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold
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| I like to listen to the words that I say
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| I’m the only man left who will see things my way
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| Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold
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| I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold
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| I like to listen to the words that I say
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| I’m the only man left who will see things my way
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| Like the old movie houses that haven’t been sold
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| I was filled with a warmness that’s turned into cold |