| So you think you found a way of living
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| That prevents you losin' any sleep?
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| Well, my friend, take this that I’m giving
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| It’s your piece of mind you ought to keep
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| You’ll run into trouble, for sure
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| By living behind a locked door
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| Mmm
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| Will you run the risk of being taunted
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| By doin' what you wanna do?
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| Or do you prefer to have your whole life haunted
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| By the ones who choose to care for you?
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| Where are their motives, my friend, mm?
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| Take care your still there at the end
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| Watch out for winter, it’ll bite you with cold
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| Black spirits tryin' hard to bribe you with gold
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| Yeah
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| Would you steal a nickel from a blind man?
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| Well, right now, do believe you would
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| It’s not the thought of you doin' it that hurts me;
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| It’s the mind behind it that’s no good
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| If this is your way, I don’t want to know
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| There’s only so far I can go
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| I won’t go no further, not for you or anyone;
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| I have my own ideas of what should be done
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| Yeah
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| What should be done?
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| What should be done?
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| Ooh, paa
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| Ooh, paa
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| Ooh, paa
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| What should be done?
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| I wanna hear |