| Chorus: Think I’ll have lines on my face
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| When i get out of this placE
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| So I guess I’ll be ever so carefull
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| It wouldn’t help to deny
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| I’m well advised to comply
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| By the rules or be ever so tearful
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| I caught a vulture, he came up behind me I put a chain on his claws
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| I caught another — been trying to find me I slit a vein in his jaws
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| Tied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone)
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| Grinned and put my hands in my pockets
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| To drift away to a land of my own
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| Chorus: Think I’ll have lines on my face
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| When i get out of this placE
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| So I guess I’ll be ever so carefull
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| It wouldn’t help to deny
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| I’m well advised to comply
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| By the rules or be ever so tearful
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| We played a game of Cowards and Heroes
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| We lay the rules on the floor
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| But then we spoke of flowers and quiros
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| It ended up in a draw
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| But all the time they were bound and belittled
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| I wouldn’t let them go. |
| go, go !
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| I only want to use them for skittles
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| And drift away to a land of my own
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| They were begging over and over;
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| «If we behave can we feed ?»
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| began to throw them piece of clover
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| And said;"Now count the leaves !"
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| I realised it was only a battle
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| And went to look for the war (haw ! haw !)
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| My brains began then to rattle
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| and drift away to a land of their own |