Yeah, I've seen you face in magazines
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Yeah I've read all of those press room queens descriptions
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I can't believe the lies they tell
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But truth is not the way to sell subscriptions
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After all the smoke had cleared away
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Did not take me long to find out what you had to say
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This is just a game
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And I'm glad i finally learned to play
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By the rules
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Do they think we're fools
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They put you down behind my back
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Distorting all the honest facts about you
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While searching through your lyric sheets
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For secret meanings too discreet to doubt you
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Isn't it a shame they never heard
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They finally wrote you off as really being too absurd
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While all the time you sacrificed your rhymes
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To find a word they could not see
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Hidden in your melodies
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Like a tree that could bend with the wind
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Like a river that flows around the bend
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Like a dream
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Like a song
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They all cross right or wrong
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They just keep on building castles in the sand
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Then just like you they told me lies
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And offered corporate alibis to change me
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My songs were taken through the mill
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While managers were hired to rearrange me
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They led me to the slaughter like a lamb
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I just kept pretending that I did not give a damn
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Now this situations gotten too far out of hand
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To be real
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I don't wanna make a deal
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Parasites reach for your heart
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Each one must try do their part to drain you
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You give them your best autograph
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On pictures knowing well they're gonna frame you
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Don't you know it happens every time
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Little did they know I could read between the line
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You told them times were changing
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But they did not heed the signs
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I'm not that green
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Bobby do you know what I mean
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I'm Like a tree that can bend with the wind
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I'm like a river that flows around the bend
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I'm like a dream
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Like a song
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That I've crossed right or wrong
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And I'll just keep on building castles in the sand
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They drove me in their limousines
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My pockets bursting at the seems with money
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They said i could take your place
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By putting makeup on my face like honey
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Now don't you know it chilled me to the bone
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They even had the nerve to ask me if i could re-write like a rolling stone
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Thats when I told they the should leave my ass alone
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Its plan to see
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I just wanted to be free
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Like a tree that can bend with the wind
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Like a river that flows around the bend
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Like a dream
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Like a song
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That I cross right or wrong
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And I'll just keep on building castles in the sand
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And every song i write my friend
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I play it with my band
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Castles in the Sand
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| David Allan Coe |
