| Nothing can stop you from doing anything you choose
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| Nothing’s gonna stop you if you really wanna play the blues
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| But noone’s gonna like it if you make more than you lose
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| Well you can come on down and you can see the show
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| You can come on up and you can have blow
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| But don’t ask me how to get there, I don’t know
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| Pack up your suitcase, pick up your old guitar
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| Wave goodbye and jump in the company car
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| They’ve seen your picture and they want to know who you are
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| Well you can come on down and you can have a blow
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| You can come on up and you can steal the show
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| But don’t ask me how it happened, I don’t know
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| Well you can push, shove, lose your long time friends
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| You might make money, but you’ll never quite make amends
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| When you’re drowned in the vacuum of the one-eyed TV lens
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| Well you can fly on up and you can make the show
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| You can watch it come and you can watch it go
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| But don’t ask me what it feels like, I don’t know
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| So pack up your cases and hide in your big black car
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| Put on a new face pick up your old guitar
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| Is there anybody there but who doesn’t know who you are
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| Well you can watch it come and you can see it go
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| Then you can come on down and we can have a blow
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| But don’t ask me who are you are, 'cos I won’t know
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| I won’t know
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| I won’t know
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| I won’t know |