in the moment I was losing my head
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readin' too much and losin' my head and I was
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reachin' forward, I was already there
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readin' too much and losin' my head
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this information caused a cut in the line
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now I'm remembering God and readin' too much
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it's so nice
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the print is smaller than the ants in the grass
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I'll have to put it away now
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.
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in the morning there are things to be read,
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words to be said, and food to be fed,
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but I won't be there.
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I'll be clutchin' on a megaphone pointed at my head,
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would you be there,
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would you kindly, read this word for word
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so loud and clear,
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I can't remember it all,
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it needs to be clear, I tell you,
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if the feeling drops out of your voice,
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would you kindly pick it up
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this is how, I'll go out tonight
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dressed in blue, by the book tonight
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this is how, I'll go out tonight
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but I don't need a book.
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we're talkin' anchors, talkin' ships, we're talkin' seas,
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we're talkin' everything you need
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you should be workin' now,
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not only askin' how
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and the whereabouts of where you'll be.
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I don't suspect you will be thinking
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when the brain is dead
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and the mind has taken over,
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this is a skill, this is not a game,
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where have you been,
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are you with us?
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can you hear us?
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got the megaphone pointed at you
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T.B.D.
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