| Take it from somebody who knows
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| There’s something coming up and I think it’s gonna be a joke
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| I gotta laugh about it, laugh about it on my own
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| Life itself like an arrow shot on its arc
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| First it’s born, then it grows and then it goes
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| How many suffered trying to be like a rolling stone
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| Look at Lou Reed and the food lines to the soup
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| Better listen, my son, to these universal truths
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| So:
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| Don’t look for hit where there is none
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| Don’t try to air your big ideas
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| Don’t hold the mic like a crying child
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t live for free in the commercial zone
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| Don’t let the band open up their mouths
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| Don’t heed the words of a digital forum
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| Don’t, don’t
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| My eyes
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| Catch a fright
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| In the flesh
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| It don’t look
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| Right
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| My brains
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| They run
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| On bad
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| Thoughts
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| Hell is singing straight into the void
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| Hell is forever being local support
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| Hell is opening up a five-band bill
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| Hell is headlining the Blues Festival
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| Don’t get ahead of yourself
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| Don’t get ahead
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| Don’t get paid in the freedom zone
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| Don’t fall prey to your own ego
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| Don’t look for pity when the pity’s gone
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t get drunk on the phantom power
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| Don’t fall in love with your own shadow
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| Don’t arrive early to the final hour
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| Don’t, don’t
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| My eyes
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| Catch a fright
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| In the flesh
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| It don’t look
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| Right
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| My brains
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| They run
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| On bad
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| Thoughts
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Hell is singing straight into the void
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| Hell is forever being local support
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| Hell is opening up a five-band bill
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| Hell is headlining the Blues Festival |