| I’ve got coffee on the table
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| Yeah the coffee table
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| And the first smoke of the day
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| And I am thinking that maybe
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| I’ll think of something good to say
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| But my mind is traveling
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| Farther and farther away
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| 'Cause the trouble in my head
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| Is getting closer and closer to my legs
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| I’ve got to walk it out
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| And the trouble with my heart
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| Is that I can’t take it out
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| And the trouble with myself
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| Is that I don’t know me
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| So if you find me
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| Would you kindly show me
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| The way home
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| I have got birds on my roof
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| That sing beautifully
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| And then there is me in the living room
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| And I am screaming to be free
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| I’ve got clothes in my bedroom
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| Yeah and they fit me right
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| And now I am thinking that maybe
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| I’ll just get dressed up
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| And go out tonight
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| 'Cause the trouble in my head
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| Is getting closer and closer to my legs
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| I’ve got to walk it out
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| And the trouble with my heart
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| Is that I can’t rip it out
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| And the trouble with myself
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| Is that I don’t know me
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| So if you fine me
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| Would you kindly show me
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| The way home
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| Yeah I know I’ve got a lot of time on my clock to spare
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| But not enough to make it from here to there
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| So if it’s not where you’re from but where you’re at
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| Well what happens when you have forgotten that … |