| I don’t know if I am qualified for this
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| No one checked on my credentials before they asked what your name is
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| Counted fingers, counted toes, said I cannot place your nose
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| Then against my better judgment we stepped out into the cold
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| And now I do my best to practice what I preach
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| So you don’t have to learn things on the street
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| Like I did back when I was half my age
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| Long before I knew the price I’d have to pay
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| My father told me sometimes one and one makes three
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| Many are called but few are chosen, nothing worth a damn is free
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| Don’t you take no wooden nickles, in fact don’t get paid in change
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| Just remember who you are no matter what road that you take
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| And I will do my best to practice what I preach
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| So you don’t have to learn things on the street
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| Like I did back when I was half my age
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| Long before I knew the price I’d have to pay
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| If you can avoid it don’t you get by on your looks
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| And when you’re searching for an answer think of someone wrote the book
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| And no matter what, don’t be afraid to say when you are wrong
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| Remember it don’t make you weak to know that you aren’t always strong
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| And I will do my best to practice what I preach
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| So you don’t have to learn things on the street
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| Like I did back when I was half my age
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| Long before I knew the price I’d have to pay
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| Long before I knew the price I’d have to pay |