| Four blocks up and two streets down
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| I went back to my old hometown
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| Like a kid I ran and hid on cue
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| For that’s when times were really sad
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| Winter there was really bad
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| And we all just froze but for a chosen few
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| Did you ever see someone you knew
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| Holding fast and staying strong and true
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| And they were nothing like you?
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| Truth to tell and time to burn
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| I hit the wall at every turn
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| The ceiling cracked in half and I just flew
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| And poetry is what I heard
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| I was hanging onto every word
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| I was a lover for the world to woo
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| And I have seen the top of Mt. Ventoux
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| I have seen a miracle or two
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| And they’re nothing like you
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| You’ve been waiting for awhile
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| I can tell
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| Off my head and on the fence
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| Maybe there’s no accidents
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| Anyway I’d say I have come to
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| So fool me once that might be fun
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| Fool me twice, well, that’s been done
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| You can fool me everyday, I won’t say «Boo»
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| I believe I have pulled a major coup
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| I believe I have boarded up the zoo
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| I believe I have dropped the other shoe
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| And there’s nothing like you |