| When the well has no water to hold
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| And the wheels start to run off the road
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| Where do we go?
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| When we bury the embers that glow
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| And the seeds that we planted won’t grow
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| Like we were told
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| Hey man, what in the hell do we know
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| We strike out and then we strike gold
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| Whoever is running the show
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| There’s one thing that I need to know
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| Could you soften the blows
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| When a bold man’s afraid to be bold
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| And a fish finds the water too cold
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| Where does he go?
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| When the liar finds the truth must be told
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| And the loner hates being alone
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| Who does he hold?
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| Hey man, what in the hell do we know
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| We strike out and then we strike gold
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| Whoever is running the show
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| There’s one thing I’d like to be told
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| That you’ll soften the blows
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| Never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back
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| Don’t make those funny faces, your face could stick like that
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| Hey man, what in the hell do we know
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| We strike out and then we strike gold
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| Whoever is running the show
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| There’s one thing I’d like to be told
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| That you’ll soften the blows
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| Could you soften the blows? |