The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.
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Ma, Ma--look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke 'em.
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You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em.
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Didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin'.
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But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
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Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
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Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
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I'm going city to city - i'm already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
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I'll ride this horse 'til it it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down.
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I'll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
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Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, 'cause I'm just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
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But i'm glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
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Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
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'Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
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the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
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when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
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I don't need your "go ahead" to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
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but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
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Way too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put 'em on.
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Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.
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The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.
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Oh God I think I¡¯m dead
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I can¡¯t see outside my head
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Brains and bloods and cryptic gang men
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Czars and warlords breaking bread
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Thoughts are thought
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What¡¯s said is said
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I thought that ¡®fore you said it
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I didn¡¯t mean to think out loud
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My tongue slipped but who let it?
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Let it be, let me be, let me go, nah let me out
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My manhood nods and whispers when my father screams and shouts
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Dear dad I¡¯m sad you¡¯re dead
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A new man standing in the pulpit
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He bows before a wooden cross and forces praise the culprit
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I¡¯m a tenor in the choir but I sing a different song
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Of how the wheres and whys of now all prove I don¡¯t belong
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But I¡¯m staying I've planted seeds and plan to watch them grow
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I've watered all my wishes dreams fulfilled more seeds to sow
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And I promise to learn to love the way I've learned to fear
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To unknot all the inhibitions tangled in my hair
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To let my ego mound in piles around the barber chair
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And make a graceful exit from my vexed troubled years
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I've decided I've been invited to my own resort
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Where knights can leave their armor neatly piled by the door
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And every woman, child, and man will gather by the shore
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and study how sea lions swim in cursive
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The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.
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Sea Lion
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