| I was standing on the mountain with the sun on my back
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| And the shadow I was casting made the world seem black
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| And if the shadow of one now can block out the sun
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| Then you’d better make sure that you cast the right one
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| You can hustle to your left
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| You can hustle to your right
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| But you gotta put your back into something sometime
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| And it can send you down the river maybe tear you apart
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| But the only path is the path with heart
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| So I don’t care what the weather men say
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| You’ve got to parry with the weather till the end of your days here
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| And if the only path is a path with heart
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| Then I lucked into a good head start
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| I felt I’d been down every alley
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| Beaten down every door
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| Till I could barely account for what I’d been looking toward
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| And then she took a turn into my record store
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| And I knew I wasn’t gonna have to look anymore
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| So I don’t care what the weather men say
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| You’ve got to parry with the weather till the end of your days here
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| And if the only path is a path with heart
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| Then I lucked into a good head start
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| And it’s all about the context that you put things in
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| That you put us in, that we put ourselves in
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| Nothing hurts like a context
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| That you don’t want to be in
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| That’s a cage that I never want to see us all in
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| So I don’t care what the weather men say
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| You’ve got to parry with the weather till the end of your days here
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| No I don’t care what the weather men do
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| I can parry any weather much better with you
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| And if the only path is a path with heart
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| Then I lucked into a good head start |