| There’s a man at the crossroad
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| He’d pay the world for advice
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| I guess there’s no doubt about it
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| Yeah, it must be cheap at the price
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| His world is tumbling around him
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| As he feels the walls closing in
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| Wolves at his heels and I know how he feels
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| But it’s too late, the dance must begin
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| Oh, but maybe things will get better
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| Don’t you know that a drowning man, Lordy, don’t get no wetter
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| And the same rain falls on you, Lord, falls on me
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| There’s an angry man up in Harlem
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| He loses each dice that he throws
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| Yes he knows that luck is again' 'im
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| So he bends with each wind as it blows
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| And maybe things will get better
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| Don’t you know that a drowning man don’t get no no wetter
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| The same rain falling on you falls on me
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| A King sits in the castle
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| And the black knight keeps him in check
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| So he lays down the rules to a kingdom of fools
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| While the sake of the queen’s royal neck
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| Whoa, and the wise old men on the mountain
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| With the sun and the moon in his face
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| Ev’ry ev’ry once in a while he lets out with a smile
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| And scratches his head and he says
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| Maybe things will get better
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| Don’t you know that a drowning man, Lord don’t get no wetter
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| The same rain falling on you falls on me |