| Ten steps weaving to the bottom, to the floor
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| I’ve taken eleven, broken the door
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| Twelve step, and I don’t want to think like that
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| I will change my coat, pull down my hat
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| And pray
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| And holler
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| Don’t let it fade
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| Clear eyes and clean hands,
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| A good man.
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| Circle, go down delusion drive
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| Nine tail cross-eyed two foot slide
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| Spit the joy from the joyous green
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| Find an old fence that I can lean against
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| And pray
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| Holler
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| Don’t let it fade
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| Clear eyes and clean hands,
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| Clear eyes and clean hands.
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| Rocket ship ricochet off the wall
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| Short little guy in a great big fall
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| How long is too late to lock it right
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| So I can ease on in to an easy night
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| And pray
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| Holler
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| Don’t let it fade
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| I want clear eyes and clean hands.
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| I want clear eyes and clean hands.
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| Now there’s blue water in a shiny cup
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| I will drink it down, fill it up
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| Too much of losing would be here or gone
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| Need to comb my hair and walk up home
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| And pray
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| And holler
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| Don’t let it fade
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| I want clear eyes and clean hands,
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| Oh, want to be a good man.
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| I want clear eyes and clean hands,
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| Oh, want to be a good man.
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| I want to be a good man.
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| I want to be a good man. |