| Do you curse where you come from,
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| Do you swear in the night
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| Will it mean much to you
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| If I treat you right.
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| Do you like what you’re doing,
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| Would you do it some more
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| Or will you stop once and wonder
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| What you’re doing it for.
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| Hey slow Jane, make sense
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| Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.
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| Do you feel like a remnant
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| Of something that’s past
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| Do you find things are moving
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| Just a little too fast.
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| Do you hope to find new ways
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| Of quenching your thirst,
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| Do you hope to find new ways
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| Of doing better than your worst.
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| Hey slow Jane, let me prove
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| Slow, slow Jane, we’re on the move.
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| Do it for you,
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| Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
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| So try to be true,
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| Even if it’s only in your hazey way.
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| Can you tell if you’re moving
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| With no mirror to see,
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| If you’re just riding a new man
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| Looks a little like me.
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| Is it all so confusing,
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| Is it hard to believe
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| When the winter is coming
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| Can you sign up and leave.
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| Hey slow Jane, live your lie |