It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward,
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And if you string it up it dries right out with time.
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So raise your glass to that new dollar,
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In the bank we're reaching for.
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But the drink was sweeter before we had a dime.
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But you're far away now,
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And you've got troubles, all your own,
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Just to spend your whole life shooting down.
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay.
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There are a million other fools to make your bed.
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And they'll be closing all the shades
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To keep you right there in that grave.
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And I'll be knocking cause you never left my head.
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But you're far away now,
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And you've got troubles, all your own,
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Just to spend your whole life shooting down.
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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Oh, oh what do I know?
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What do I know?
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What Do I Know?
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| Copeland |
