| I don’t know what it is But you got to do it
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| I don’t know where to go But you got to be there
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| I don’t know where to fall
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| But I know that its comfortable where
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| I don’t know where it is Putting all of my time
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| In learning to care
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| And a bucket of rhymes
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| I threw up somewhere
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| Want a locket of who
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| Made me lose my perfunctory view
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| Of all that is around
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| And of all that I do So I knock on the door
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| Take a step that is new
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| Never been here before
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| Is there anyone else here too
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| In love with beauty
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| Playing all of the games
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| Who thinks three’s company
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| Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies
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| I don’t know what it is Take a lookin around
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| At friendly faces
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| All declaring a war on far off places
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| Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what’s
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| Done unto us So I knock on the door
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| And I am on the train
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| Going god knows where to To get me over
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| To get me over
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| Give me heaven or hell
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| Calais or Dover
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| I was hoping the train
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| Was my big number
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| Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchison-Topeka
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| Though I’m chugging along, put away by the crossing hand
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| We’ll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan
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| Find myself running around
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| I don’t know what it is so get me over
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| I don’t know what it is so get me over
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| I don’t know what it is so get me over
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| To get me over
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| You gotta do it.
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| You gotta be there. |