| The ribbon’s on my tail
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| There’s nothing in the mail
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| Everything’s for show
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| And no one lets you know what they’re on
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| Till it’s gone
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| How you gonna live
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| Without a song in your heart
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| I’ve got to let you know
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| For that’s how you will grow
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| I’ve got to let you know
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| Look over the bridge and down
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| Is there a soul around
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| Now you either swim or drown
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| The sheriff’s on my trail
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| My poetry got stale
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| And then my paint dried up
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| There’s no coins in my cup
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| But nothing is enough in this world
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| Everything’s too much in this world
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| With nothing but a song in your heart
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| You can make a start to change your world
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| You’ve got to let them know
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| If you want them to go
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| You’ve got to let them know
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| Look over the bridge and down
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| Is there a soul around
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| Now you either swim or drown
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| They want everyone to be straight
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| They’re so twisted out of shape
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| All they need is hate
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| And the world they want to reinstate
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| Two hundred years out of date
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| You’ve got to let me know
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| Cause that’s how I will grow
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| You’ve got to let me know
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| Look over the bridge and down
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| Is there a soul around
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| Now you either swim or drown |