Well, Old Joe, he moves slow
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He likes to look at things and paint pictures on his radio
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He says they make the songs look better.
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One day, Joe met a girl
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Sweet breathing thing
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Dancin' naked, nudey, in the winter snow
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Underneath her dozen sweaters
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And someday, somewhere
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Some things get hit by lighting
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And some things just don't
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Hope we live long and lucky
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At least one things for sure
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Or maybe it isn't.
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No matter where we are
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It's this life that we're livin' in
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At least one things for sure
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Or maybe it isn't.
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No matter where we are
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It's this life that we're livin' in
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And someday, somewhere
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Some things get hit by lighting
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And some things just don't
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Hope we live long and lucky
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Old Joe
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Widespread Panic |