| Once there was a man of many means
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| Inherited from someone else’s dreams
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| He said one day, I’ll plough and sow the seeds
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| If only I could learn to tame the weeds
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| But every time I get to the end
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| I turn round and start again 'cause they’re coming back
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| Can’t take it anymore, can’t take it anymore
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| Tell me what is this for 'cause
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| I just can’t wait any longer
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| My heart won’t beat any stronger
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| This life is not for me
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| So off he went and bought some new machines
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| And chemicals to subjugate the weeds
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| But now the roots had multiplied and grown
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| And crowded out the seeds that he had sown
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| And underneath the setting sun
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| Now he knew it
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| All the soil was too ill to comb
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| And no way through
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| And every time I get to the end
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| I turn round and start again 'cause they’re coming back
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| Can’t take it anymore, can’t take it anymore
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| Tell me what is this for 'cause
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| I just can’t wait any longer
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| My heart won’t beat any stronger
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| This life is not for me
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| But every time I get to the end
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| I turn round and start again 'cause they’re coming back
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| Can’t take it anymore, can’t take it anymore
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| Tell me what is this for 'cause
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| I just can’t wait any longer
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| My heart can’t beat any stronger
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| This life is not for me
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| This life is not for me |