| It’s easy sometimes when you just coast along
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| But like it or not something always seems to go wrong
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| Sometimes people build you up just so they can knock you down
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| Sometimes they will have you there 'cause they need someone around
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| Perhaps you’ll receive invitations for tea
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| Perhaps you’ll laugh and make them all smile
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| Or maybe you’ll join them 'cause it had to be Perhaps you’ll forget you forgot for awhile
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| Birds of a feather are flocking outside
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| Like whippets they dance in a curly-queue dance
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| Of pulses and ringing and campfire chants
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| Of ritual drumming although at first glance
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| You thought you could run but you won’t take a chance
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| It’s not an experience if they can’t bring someone along
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| They hang on emotions they bottle inside
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| They peck at the ground
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| And strut out of stride |