Do you see the hard
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helmet on my head...
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totally unscarred
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serves protection for my head
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but I don't believe
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everything I read...
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one that makes them warm
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don't ever lose any of your god-given charm
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they believe you were sweet
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but you could never pull that one on me
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'cause I still recall
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in no time at all
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you went from being so out of control
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to snuffin out the rock that beats
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that's why I thought this was so neat
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someplace to go where I felt so all-at-ease
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no need to write, no need to call
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there's no one to see
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there's no you, no me
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no need to be anything at all...
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blood pours out of the walls
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fills up beside the clothes in my dresser drawers
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wish I was quicker on the draw
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Can You See The Hard Helmet On My Head?
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| My Morning Jacket |
