| Got a grand house out in the country
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| Marble pillars holding the door
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| Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before
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| Got a Roller out in the garage
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| But the wheels are stuck to the floor
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| Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore
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| I don’t want to be me, I don’t want to be me
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| I know it’s hard to see, But I don’t want to be me
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| Had me playing down at the palace
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| I was declared the belle of the ball
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| Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--
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| Now I’m staring at an empty hall
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| I don’t want to be me
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| Pardon me--I'm on my way
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| Pardon me but I’m going
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| Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing
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| I’m going to ride the ragged road--
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| Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset
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| No circuits running overload--Well maybe I’m not done yet
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| Now there’s nothing left in the cupboard
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| And three bears' been eating my soup
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| My life is one big critical mess if you take a look
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| And the butler’s off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk
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| But I can’t check out of this crazy world
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| Without being a jerk--I don’t want to be me |