I know a man who lives under his covers
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Lost his mind from the TV
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Now he뭩 playing God
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And somebody told him that he was no good at
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He뭩 talking out of the left side of his mouth
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And he won뭪 follow
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These lines he뭩 drawn for him
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And he don뭪 want to try
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Seeing is believing
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Lord knows what he sees here every night
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Three little boys dress up in the morning
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Come back home from the school yard
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Talkin?bout Love
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But on this occasion the boys feel the same
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Something뭩 holding them back there
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I bet it was their mom
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And they won뭪 follow
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These lines he뭩 drawn for them
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Cause they don뭪 want to try
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Seeing is believing
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Lord knows what they see here every night
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And we both know
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That people change
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When truth뭩 not part of their lives
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I뭭e seen the love in their eyes
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Don뭪 say goodbye
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Goodbye
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I know a man who wakes up in the evening
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Lost his mind from the TV
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Now he뭩 blaming God
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And somebody told him that he뭩 good for nothing
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Now he screen prints American T-shirts
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Through the night
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And he won뭪 follow
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These lines they뭭e drawn for him
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And he don뭪 want to try
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Seeing is believing
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Lord knows what he sees here
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Every night
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Murray
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| Pete Yorn |
