| In the moment I was losing my head
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| Readin' too much and losin' my head and I was
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| Reachin' forward, I was already there
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| Readin' too much and losin' my head
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| This information caused a cut in the line
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| Now I’m remembering God and readin' too much
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| It’s so nice
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| The print is smaller than the ants in the grass
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| I’ll have to put it away now
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| In the morning there are things to be read
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| Words to be said, and food to be fed
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| But I won’t be there
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| I’ll be clutchin' on a megaphone pointed at my head
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| Would you be there
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| Would you kindly, read this word for word
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| So loud and clear
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| I can’t remember it all
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| It needs to be clear, I tell you
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| If the feeling drops out of your voice
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| Would you kindly pick it up
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| This is how, I’ll go out tonight
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| Dressed in blue, by the book tonight
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| This is how, I’ll go out tonight
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| But I don’t need a book
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| We’re talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we’re talkin' seas
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| We’re talkin' everything you need
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| You should be workin' now
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| Not only askin' how
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| And the whereabouts of where you’ll be
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| I don’t suspect you will be thinking
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| When the brain is dead
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| And the mind has taken over
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| This is a skill, this is not a game
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| Where have you been
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| Are you with us?
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| Can you hear us?
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| Got the megaphone pointed at you |