| Bouncin' across the lake of ten years
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| Like a stone tossed from the burglar’s hand
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| Holdin' my breath, then I’m sinkin'
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| Waves in circle like a memory slowly fade away, slowly fade
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| Remember me, when you look across the lake
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| When a fish caught hard on the line
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| Fights for his own life
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| When a boat breaks free of the tether and floats away in the wind
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| The throw was aimed at a distant pine
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| Winnin' the war by landin' down on the other side
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| So, another playin' boy might find it there
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| Skip it back not knowin' his part
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| In this messed up game, in this messed up game
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| Juggled in the hands of ten long years
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| Like colorful wands of fire in the arms of a red-eyed wino
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| Life held tight in purple lips and tongue
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| That mumble and spit out curses
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| And the young boy’s line was 'I'll show you'
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| And the twenties was 'Watch me burn this fire'
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| And the thirties was 'Jesus, God, where did I go wrong?'
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| The forties was 'Good Lord, how much more?'
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| I’m halfway into the end of the chapter
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| And no ink left in the well
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| And no happy ending to tell, though
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| Bandages cover my body
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| Have no desire to swing the bell
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| No, I got no desire now to swing the bell
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| No, I got no desire now to swing the bell
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| No, I got no, no, no desire to swing the bell
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| To swing the bell
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| To swing the bell
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| To swing the bell, bell, bell
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| Desire, no desire
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| No desire to swing |