| Holly told me, «You better give me a child»
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| I said, «Holly, there’s no way
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| We don’t even like each other all that much
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| We couldn’t make it one more day»
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| She said, «You better look out, buster
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| The next time you see me you’re gonna pay»
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| I said, «Holly, I’m not running anymore
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| But I’m on my way»
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| But I’m not running anymore
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| Well I got two circus clowns here who like to fight
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| They got one black eye and a bloody nose
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| They are the hoodlums of my third wife
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| Whatever I say they will oppose
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| I try to teach those clowns something
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| Like how to make it day to day
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| I say, «Hey, you kids, I’m not running anymore
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| But I’m on my way»
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| And I’m not running anymore
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| Well I look in the mirror — what the hell happened to me?
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| Whatever I had has gone away
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| I’m not the young kid that I used to be
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| So I push the hair back out of my face
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| That’s O.K., I knew this would happen
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| But I was hopin' not today
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| Hey Baby, I’m not running anymore
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| But I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| And I’m not running anymore
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way
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| And I’m not running anymore
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| For sure! |