| Every now and then
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| I get a little too close
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| To a kind of truth that’s not worth thinking about
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| But you can’t stop the mind from wandering
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| You’ve gotta slow it down
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| Maybe get yourself under control
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| And it’s hard to stop the pondering
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| And there have been points when
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| I feel like I’ve been on a roll
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| But then those curtains get drawn
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| And the chances that you thought you had
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| They really come to nothing at all
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| And I have no need
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| For such things
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| But to make you happy
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| Does it make you happy?
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| And I’ve busted strings on this guitar
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| Makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere
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| Could you make me happy?
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| And if you keep me on your right
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| Could I keep you on my left?
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| And there’s a question on your lips
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| On your finger tips
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| Stabbing in the dark
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| Like you’re cut, cut,
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| Cutting your fringe back
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| But it’s grown out at such an angle
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| That the shears aren’t sharp
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| You’ve got to straight, straight,
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| Straighten the blades up And if I could make it easier
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| I would always try to make it easier
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| But to be a cautious operator
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| Is the way to Stop this falling apart
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| And I have no need
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| For such things
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| But to make you happy
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| Does it make you happy?
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| And I’ve busted strings on this guitar
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| Makes me feel like I’m getting nowhere
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| Could you make me happy?
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| And I have no need
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| For such things
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| But to make you happy
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| Make you happy
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| Does it make you happy?
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| Does it make you happy?
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| And if you keep me on your right
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| Could I keep you on my left? |