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Why every time when
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something hurts someone
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Always comes up and
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wants to make it worse?
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I'll never make the
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cover of a rolling stone
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But at least I know my
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life is my own On my back
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porch what it will mean.
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On my notes tell me
what they'll mean
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Splitting up the difference
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between one and two Doesn't
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make a difference between
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me and you What the signs
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they say the trucks are
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weaving back And forth on
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Any day but Sunday
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at four o' clock
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And the meter is running
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too late Now put your
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quarter in and you know
you won't be found
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I know inside that
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you're afraid of me
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I've become all the
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things That I said
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I would be something
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more Than rehearsed
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the pain I feel contained
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I look in the mirror
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and I saw someone else
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then
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then