| I don’t know what to say about these days
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| I’m seeing people changing in the strangest ways
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| Even in the richer neighborhoods
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| People don’t know when they’ve got it good
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| They’ve got the envy, and they’ve got it bad
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| When I was a kid everything I did was trying to be free
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| Running up and down Tinsel Town with the fire inside of me
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| My planets all in retrograde, the best of all my plans got laid
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| I made my breaks, and some mistakes
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| Just not the ones people think I made
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| Now I’m a long way gone
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| Down this wild road I’m on
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| It’s going to take me where I’m bound
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| But it’s the long way around
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| It’s so hard keeping track of what’s gone wrong
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| The covenant unravels, and the news just rolls along
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| I could feel my memory letting go some two or three disasters ago
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| It’s hard to say which did more ill
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| Citizens United or the Gulf oil spill
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| And I’m a long way gone
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| Down this wild road I’m on
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| It’s going to take me take me where I’m bound
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| But it’s the long way around
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| It’s never been that hard to buy a gun
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| Now they’ll sell a Glock 19 to just about anyone
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| The seeds of tragedy are there
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| In what we feel we have the right to bear
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| To watch our children come to harm
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| There in the safety of our arms
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| With all we disagree about
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| The passions burn, the heart goes out
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| And we’re a long way gone
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| Down this wild road we’re on
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| It’s going to take us where we’re bound
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| It’s just the long way around |