| Insist on taking the path of least resistance
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| Less hurdles to jump at first with less consistency
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| It’s fine, as long as you go and roll with all the punches
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| With your rubber-ball-thick-skinned-novocain-impervious self
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| You’re telling yourself that it’s not so bad…
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| You sweet, sweet fool
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| You know, you could have it all
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| But you keep it inside till you feel the tremors way down inside your blood and
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| bones
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| You sweet, sweet fool
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| You so could have had it all
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| But you’re determined to walk down your path of least resistance
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| Well, the choice is your own
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| Watch out: this time the bite is worse than the bark is
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| And the sun can be just as blinding as the darkness is
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| So apt to make the mountain now into a molehill
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| While you wish and hope, dream on, thinking that you’re safe on your shelf
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| Keep telling yourself that it’s not that bad…
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| But it’s so damn sad
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| You sweet, sweet fool
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| You know, you could have it all
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| But you keep it inside till you feel the tremors way down inside your blood and
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| bones
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| You sweet, sweet fool
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| You so could have had it all
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| But you’re determined to walk down your path of least resistance
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| Well, the choice is your own
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| Gloss over the cracks till the next earthquake comes
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| Shaking you down to the San Andreas through your heart
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| Run, you wild mustang, while you’re tethered to your pole
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| And eat the poisoned apples that the wicked witch has fed your soul |