| A song I dedicate unto those who share my need
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| to give their all — and should they fall strive on til they succeed.
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| though my belly aches with hunger — weary limbs tremble and shiver
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| I’d rather go where waters flow — no well beside the river.
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| It’s spur has driven some to Hell on an unbridled desire
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| no pain — no gain — the strongest chain’s forged in the hottest fire
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| I pity you — who’s eyes so blue have never known ambition
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| yet can spit your judgment at me like some crazed, despotic queen
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| This dull existence merely half-life- (a glazed comatose condition)
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| too scary to try — so born to die sat at your sewing machine
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| Discontentedly accepting all the world’s prepared to give her
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| it’s fate that she stagnates just like a well beside the river
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| Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands.
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| We can swim and burn or sink and drown
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| 'cause either way we’re damned.
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| I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak,
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| at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique.
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| So little man with such big plans to stand upon the stage,
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| Why do you squabble in the dirt — you should be reaching for a star?
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| By far the greatest gift that I can give on making the front page,
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| it is: instead of punching faces why not practice your guitar.
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| More beauty has been composed than jealousy can tear and sliver.
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| Wilst troubled waters bubble — you’re a well beside the river
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| Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands.
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| We can swim and burn or sink and drown
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| 'cause either way we’re damned.
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| I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak,
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| at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique.
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| There’s a dirty job I’ve done for all my life without
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| time-off called being me.
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| Though the hours are long and my pay is poor — I can’t resign it’s
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| all I’m qualified to be!
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| Life’s one almighty, ducking — school we’ve built with our own hands.
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| We can swim and burn or sink and drown
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| 'cause either way we’re damned.
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| I’m so proud to be the tupping fool — your foul, fantastic freak,
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| at least each moment I’ve spent on this earth was totally unique.
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| Though my belly aches with hunger — weary limbs tremble and shiver,
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| I’d rather go where waters flow — no well beside the river. |