When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then,
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really, I'll try to get right with myself.
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So I'll grope down that ladder again, until I'm tumbling -
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but really, I just want to slide, I want to crash-land.
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While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man.
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He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning,
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and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand.
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Moralize all you might like, I don't believe in it.
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You've never earned your soul. I know, [x3]
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but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try.
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I'm a rich young sophisticate, I've got girls and friends.
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I'm doing what I really like and getting paid for it.
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There is no key, there's no plan; I discovered that.
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And, truly, I don't think you'll find a happier man.
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You've never earned your soul. I know, [x3]
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but I'm gonna try, though, I'm gonna try.
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You float up high and it isn't a sin.
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And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent.
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There's only now, and there isn't then. So just breathe it in.
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No Key, No Plan
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| Okkervil River |
