| Monday morning, I looked the mirror in the eyes
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| I think I’d kill myself, if I ever wet blind
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| your life is slipping away,
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| you found out you’re older than you thought
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| — you were today
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| You’ve gotta stay optimistic
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| It gets harder by the second
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| We all know we’re edging our way toward — the end.
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| — carving hearts & crosses in my head —
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| There’s people on the streets
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| throwin' rocks at themselves
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| Coz they ain’t got no money —
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| & they’re livin' in hell —
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| But there’s animals down the road
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| adding fuel to this heat
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| It never did take much guts to be a sheep.
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| There are no voices — as the time approaches,
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| I wanted to be like Bob Dylan
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| Until I discovered Moses
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| Saturday night & I was lying in my bed
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| The window was open & raindrops
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| Were bouncing off my head
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| When it HIT me like a Thunderbolt!!!
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| «;I don’t know nothing- & I’m scared
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| that I never will»; |