Tell me the truth, how do you feel?
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Like you're rollin' so fast that you're spinnin' your wheels?
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Don't feel too bad, you're not all along
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We're all tryin' to get along
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With ev'rybody else try'n' to go their way
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You're bound to get tripped, and what can you say?
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Just go along 'til they turn out the lights
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There's nothin' we can do to fight it
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No man's got it made till he's far beyond the pain
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And we who must remain go on living just the same
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I once knew a man, very talented guy
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He's sing for the people and people would cry
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They knew that his song came from deep down inside
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You could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes
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And so he traveled along, touch your heart, then be gone
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Like a flower, he bloomed till that old hickory wind
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Called him home
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My man's got it made
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He's gone far beyond the pain
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And we who must remain go on living just the same
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We who must remain go on laughing just the same
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My Man
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The Eagles |