| My oh my what do we have here
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| A world of trouble, a world of fear
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| And no-where safe you can dissapear to
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| No long and winding road
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| John-Boy dont wanna work no more
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| So he sits and stares at the bathroom floor
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| Where the tiles collide with the lonely walls
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| That hold his fear inside
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| Convinced now that all that was wrong is right
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| His imagination has taken flight
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| So he turns the key that unlocks his life
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| And he takes himself within
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| He goes there and back again, right there — he goes there
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| Sheila G had known many men
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| She decided one day she’d go and see 'em again
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| She chased down nine from a likely ten
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| There was one that got away
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| Well they all lived such bright and happy lives
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| Said since she left everything had gone right
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| She thought she would find they were broken men
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| That only she could mend
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| Well from that day forward she changed her life
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| She was a ghostly shadow with a face so white
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| Said she’d never again try to tempt her fate
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| 'Cos sometimes you’re just too late
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| To go there and back again, she went there and back again
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| She went there — right there
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| Well you and me well we’ll always be
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| Considering our place in infinity
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| As we look back on scenes of eternity, and laugh
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| 'Cos time does such cruel and wicked things
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| Makes you change your conceptions and shed your skin
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| 'Til you dont who you are or where you’ve been
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| But I know one thing and I know it well
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| It’s a sorry soul who’s no tale to tell
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| When evening falls and we reminisce
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| Saying is that all there is?
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| We go there and back again, right there — we go there
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| It’s a case of been there, done that yeah…
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| It’s all experience along the way — where ya been — things ya seen
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| It all comes down — number one — I’d do it all again — I’d do it all again,
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| I been there, done that yeah… |