| Ask your questions later
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| I’m still on my hesitator
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| A lonely big boat calls
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| And my resistance falls
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| Until my thoughts drift down to paper
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| And when I get that feeling
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| That I can barely contain myself
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| To bring them down upon account of the right time
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| And then replace them to the upper shelf
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| (I put my thoughts back up on the shelf)
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| Seems like time’s agin us
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| The losses mount to the winners
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| Another steady dose
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| Of awful TV shows
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| Crowning brand new has beeners
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| And if I seem delighted
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| I have to get you to check my pulse
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| It feels low down to the ground and now my money’s gone
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| As I’ve been paying for some better results
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| Life goes on and on
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| Appreciate it
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| 'Cause when you’re gone
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| You can’t question a trace of how you made it
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| When you’re down and out
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| Disintegrated
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| Just keep in mind all the time that you’ve dedicated
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| Summer’s moon’s on the fader
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| Another seasonal perpetuator
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| Cold calls of fall will make me drop it all
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| Until we touch upon it 12 months later
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| Sometimes when I’m buyin'
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| The shit you’re sellin' in your leather gloves
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| I get shot down way down to where the weather’s better
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| And thank the gods that I’m still in love
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| And when I get that feelin'
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| That any mountain’s too much to climb
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| I open my eyes and decide this aint the first time
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| I tried reliving my original prime
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| Life goes on and on
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| Appreciate it
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| 'Cause when we’re gone
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| You can’t question a trace of how you made it
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| When you’re down and out
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| Disintegrated
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| Just keep in mind all the time that you’ve dedicated
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| In the fresh air country silence
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| I lose the urban sick, slick violence
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| On every field of green
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| There is a silver sheen
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| That makes me question my own compliance
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| And when I field that query
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| I know the answer that I’m gonna give
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| It’s not that one can beat the other in real time
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| It’s just the scenery of how I wanna live |