Can't seem to settle down
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Maybe I'll just hang around
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But every time you pick me up
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I guess I take you down
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But here I am again
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You'll take me back and then
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It won't be long till I'll be gone
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Upon my way again
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So I spend my days thinkin' up new ways
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To do the same old thing
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Seasons come and go without a name
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And I spend my nights in the bright spotlights
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Wishin' I could let the people know
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Can't win or lose unless you play the game
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Sittin' in the airport, awaitin' on my plane
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Nothin' to do for an hour or two
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So I try to find a message in a picture I drew
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In the corner of a letter from a boy I knew
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Off the plane and through the rain into a limousine
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The traffic's slow so I miss my show
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But lookin' out the window somehow I know
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That they're about to play my record
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On the radio
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So I write another song as I go along
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To let you know just where I been
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Don't want to meet myself at the masquerade
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You can tell in the verse if I get worse
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By the chorus I may be fine
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A line, my friend, can end the kind charade
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Layin' in my hotel room, wantin' to be alone
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Needin' the time to rest my mind
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But they bring in another stack of papers to sign
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And L.A.'s awaitin' on the other line
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So I'm packin' up and I'm checking out
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I'm on the road again
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Feeling like I'm bringing pen to mind
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But the words will come to me in their own time
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Tumbling and stumbling over in rhyme
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And the ugliest word that I ever heard
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My friends, is sacrifice
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It's an easy out for all you should have been
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And if there's one thing
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That I just can't bring myself to compromise
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It's blamin' somebody else for the state I'm in
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Oh, but then again
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Daddy never loved his baby girl, no how
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Ah, what's the difference now
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Lookin' In
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Bobbie Gentry |