| This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain
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| A leper knocking trees down with his fist
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| Twisting my ear like i’m a school yard churl
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| You know i want to sit beside that long-legged girl
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| Wearing overalls and daddy’s boots and mom’s old coat
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| Let’s sing one together grace, and savor every note
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| Burned a hole right through me where we stood last Sunday night
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| One little tossed off glance i don’t know if you were there
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| But i felt the rod impale me, my body growing wide
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| As you climbed up on the ladder and made your home inside
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| I’m the same and then i’m not, you know, from when we tried before
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| Please, gracie, please won’t you come knock on my door
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| You’ve surely done more pounding than i give you credit for
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| I’m a fool most times, unusually so, and an inveterate sage
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| With the wisdom of half a rock washed up on the sand
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| So many simple things i just can’t understand
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| Yet i know that i’m so tired of wondering where you’ve been
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| A friend like you i’ve never had, i don’t want to lose you again
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| We’ll reinvent the toaster, ride a crooked wheel
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| Give three cares for common sense then throw it in a can
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| I’ll be myself beside you and you can do the same
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| No responsibility save the magic in your name
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| I’m done, i’m beat, i’m old, i’ve looked in every tree
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| Let’s be you and me now, let’s be you and me |