| Feelin' good, suppose I should
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| Now that I have seen
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| I can hear and I can talk
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| Some people ain’t too keen
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| They tread on your feet
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| No conscience can be seen
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| «How do you do?», the brick wall said
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| And later broke in two
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| Knowing that you’re right
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| Will show you the light
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| Knowing when you’ve done wrong
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| Feeling bad with fright
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| Why am I still sitting here?
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| Why am I alive?
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| Someone stole my axe today
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| Best one that I had
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| I don’t know what is savin' me
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| From hidin' me away
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| I’ve had enough of feelin' down
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| I’m just here on display
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| Who dat dere, with the black fair hair
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| Drove me off the road
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| Don’t ask why he looks so high
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| Tell it all in code
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| Maybe a quarter to three
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| I lost all track of mind
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| I watched a fox just the other night
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| Funny how time flies
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| Knowing when you’re right
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| Will show you the light
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| Knowing when you’ve done wrong
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| Feeling bad with fright
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| Why am I still lying
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| Over what has been
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| What am I suppose to do
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| I’m waitin' for your ring
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| Spread your wings and you will see
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| What you can really make
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| Of a rockin' chair that is so bare
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| The paint will surely flake
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| 'Cause knowing that you’re right
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| Will show you the light
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| Knowing when you’ve done wrong
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| Feeling bad with fright
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| Because knowing that you’re right
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| Will show you the light |