| The other night I had a crazy dream
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| Bout a man in a fishing hat Selling magazines
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| All the way from Kingston He had worked his way down
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| And I bought him this drink
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| On the night they kicked him out of town
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| He said
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| You know I don’t like the way I am You know I don’t like the way I am Saw an old fisherman out swaying on the dock
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| Swinging a jug of something in the string of fish he had caught
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| His wife had left him just a week before
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| She packed up her bags and she waltzed on out the door
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| And she said
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| You know I don’t like the way I am You know I don’t like the way I am And then she cried Right out loud
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| She sang
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| You and me walked down the shores of our youth
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| Chasing the sunrise and challenging the truth
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| Its all so distant now I’ve seen too many lies
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| Turning my vision into crumbling demise
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| Makes me want to say
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| I don’t like the way I am You see I don’t like the way I am
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| I’m gonna change the way I am
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| I’m gonna change the way I am Right now Hear me crying out loud
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| The other night I had this crazy dream
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| Bout a man in a fishing hat He was selling old magazines
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| All the way from Kingston He had worked his way down
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| And I bought him a drink on the night they kicked him out of town
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| You know I don't like the way I am You know I don't like the way I am But I'm gonna change the way I am Yes I am I'm gonna change the way I am And he played the sweetest song |
| for me On his squeezebox by the sea |