| Took a walk down to Fenway
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| Had a ticket for a Red Sox game
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| I was reamin' from a feelin' I was dealin' with an
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| I know I got no one but myself to blame
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| But I keep thinking I can manage my change
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| Not a pretty pair of eyes
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| To see the world through
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| Not a pretty pair of eyes I’ve got
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| Not a pretty pair of hands and a head to match
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| I was fakin' what I’m takin' now I’m breakin'
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| In the cheap seats waitin' for an outfield catch
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| But I keep thinking I’m never gonna change
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| It’s a mile and a half from the heart to the brain
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| If I lost my head I can’t explain
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| Not a pretty pair of eyes
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| To see the world through
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| I’m a Charles Bukowski
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| A freak of nature for the world to see
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| I was burnin' now I’m learnin' and I’m turnin'
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| Into someone I said I never meant to be
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| The weight of the world hanging over my head
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| Living like this I’d be better of dead
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| If I keep thinking I can manage my change
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| Not a pretty pair eyes
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| To see the world through x4
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| Not making any headway
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| Ain’t got nothing good to say
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| I was tryin' now I’m dyin' from the lyin'
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| And it’s almost midnight on Monday |