| Dive in, dive in, boy
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| The water’s only deep
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| And head first is the only way into this life
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| Oh sit right down
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| Is there anything I can do
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| To be a friend to you
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| Maybe give you something you could keep
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| But what would that be
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| Ride on, ride on, boy
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| Your white horse into the wind
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| Critic’s darling-poet to the working man
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| They try to love you but they will never understand
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| Oh sit right down
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| Is there anything I can do
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| To be a friend to you
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| Maybe give you something you could keep
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| Everything you had you either lost or threw away
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| And at the end of the day
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| I guess that’s what I’ll be
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| When you’re finally through with me
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| You and your mystical charm
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| A hole in your soul-another in your arm
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| People bow down to you
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| But they could never bow so low as when you sink
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| Like a stone
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| Into your blue throne
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| Wasted, wasted, wasting away
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| Like the years we’ve both seen come and go
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| No way to bring it all back
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| Screaming your lungs out
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| Where have all the listeners gone?
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| Did they turn their back on greatness?
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| Did they turn their back on a light divine?
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| They say every star burns out in time
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| Boy, sit right down
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| Is there anything I can do
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| To be a friend to you
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| Maybe give you something you could keep
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| But what would that be
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| Everything you had you either lost or threw away
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| I’ll tell ya, at the end of the day
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| I guess that’s what I’ll be
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| When you’re finally through with me
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| When you’re finally through with me
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| When you’re finally through with me |