| You hand me life to hold on to
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| Now I’ve got a lock without a clue
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| I’ve got a guitar but I haven’t got any blues
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| You drove your car into the rail
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| Hey, little star, your engine failed
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| You lack the luster, dull and pale
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| But I cannot shine for you
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| Talk to me — that’s what you came to do
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| But you just stand there without a clue
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| I’ve got a guitar but I have no diagnosis for you
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| Space invader, little quasar
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| Oh, how I wonder what you are
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| You can’t get where you’re going to
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| Still I cannot take you
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| I’ve got a spot out back where I’ve taken my shovel
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| I’ve got a spot out back that’s taking all of my time
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| I’ve got a plot out back if I should run into trouble
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| So don’t give me anything to hold
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| You keep your diary in bold
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| I never said I wanted to
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| But you just assumed…
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| I’ve got a garden where I — am growing patients
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| And my green thumb has become… has come undone
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| I’ve got a garden where I’m — growing impatient
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| Oh, my green thumb has become… has come undone
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| I’ve got a garden where I — am growing patients
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| Oh, my green thumb has become… has come undone
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| I’ve got a garden where I’m — growing impatient
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| Oh, my green thumb has become |