| Mother’s boy toyed with an idea
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| Fathered plans and then gave em up in fear
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| Oh, he remembered the days
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| (Put a foot on the street)
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| …suspired
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| Headed for anywhere — off to some other place
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| Thought of the games they played
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| (Put a foot on the street)
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| Headed for anywhere — off to some other place
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| A foot on the floor, a step out of the door
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| A walk in the park, a clean thought in the dark
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| Simple as if is, simple as fuck you all
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| All around the clock, fuck you like a hurricane and so on
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| It’s all pretty, pretty much the same
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| His crush crushed him to death
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| He found out how the land lied
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| And then brushed it all aside
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| A big fuck up into the wide!
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| And oh my, my, down by the sea is she who he always liked
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| If wishes were horses, he’d give her a ride
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| Lies, lies, lies, a big fuck into the wide
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| And oh my, my, my, he’d give her a sleigh-ride
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| Riding to the port, onto a vessel, overseas!
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| Paying the fee, but then booze for free
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| He went home like a school-boy
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| But had not eveb a bloody nose
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| What he had was a hawk’s nose and crow’s feet |
| With whom he nevertheless walked home
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| Crow’s feet back into the door, a step on carpeted floor
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| Five beers for the long run
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| Crow’s feet back into the door, a step
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| Because one two people are sadder than one
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| He found out how the land lied
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| And then brushed it all aside
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| A big fuck up into the wide!
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| And oh my, my, down by the sea is she who he always liked
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| If wishes were horses, he’d give her a ride
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| Riding on the pony farm |