| It’s just too easy to hide in these trees
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| Rust in this water up to your knees
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| Not many dreamers ever get out alive
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| Some kind of sickness sleeps in this town
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| I barely got out, but so many drown
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| The more you struggle
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| The faster you’re gonna sink
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| You’re shakin', you’re shakin' the jinx
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| You’re beating the odds by the skin of your teeth
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| Baby, baby, it’s a long way down
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| They want to be there when you hit the ground
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| You gotta shake it right in their face and smile
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| And when you’ve got 'em right in the palm of your hand
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| You don’t need 'em 'cause you understand
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| So you turn slowly and you give the boys one last wink
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| And then…
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| You’re shakin', you’re shakin' the jinx
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| You’re beating the odds by the skin of your teeth
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| You gotta face the fools who put sand in the gears
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| You gotta shake a fist at a thousand different fears
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| You gotta break it, fake it
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| But never let 'em know what you think
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| While…
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| You’re shakin', you’re shakin' the jinx
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| You’re beating the odds by the skin of your teeth |