| They say it’s all about perspective
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| Well how’s this?
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| Twenty years on, depressive and my shirts don’t fit
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| I think I’ve started dwelling
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| On the equivalent of the spelling
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| When I know the meaning
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| It’s just a word I have trouble reading
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| If you’re on the road right now
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| By God I hope you packed a sweater
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| You’re gonna be really disappointed
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| If you held hope for better weather
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| But kin like us we grow so tough
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| Our skin gets thick as heavy leather
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| Yeah, we’re doomed and blessed, I guess
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| You tend to feel a bit defective
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| When you miss most every mark expected
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| You know some say that I deserve this
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| I’m fast at peace now, at least for the moment
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| Until the next crowd looks on and wonder as they ask how
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| I turn my self over like a rock
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| So you can all see just what’s under
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| Every single creepy crawly
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| Will have you itching as you wonder
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| Are you solid like the rock or more prone to break asunder?
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| Yeah I’m doomed, I’m blessed, I guess |