Son, take it from me, it's in the little victories
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that keep you from shaking hands with defeat.
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Son, I tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be
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but the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but see.
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We believe it's okay to leave
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the words caught in your throat.
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But you know that you're growing old,
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you always do what you're told.
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Going up in smoke, and you're a ghost.
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You know in the end you'll be
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walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.
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Son, take it from me, life's more than the floors of this factory,
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and working forty hours every single week.
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Son, I tell you reality isn't living down on your knees.
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But my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but see.
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We believe it's okay to leave
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the words caught in your throat.
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But you know that you're growing old,
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you always do what you're told.
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Going up in smoke, and you're a ghost.
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You know in the end you'll be
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walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.
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Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite,
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mouthfuls of rotting dynamite.
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You call this living a normal life?
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We're not living a normal life.
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We still believe it's okay to leave
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the words caught in your throat.
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But you know that you're growing old,
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you always do what you're told.
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Going up in smoke, and you're a ghost.
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You know in the end you'll be
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walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.
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We still believe it's okay to leave
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the words caught in your throat.
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But you know you'll be walking the tight rope,
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you always do what you're told.
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Going up in smoke, and you're a ghost.
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You know in the end you'll be
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walking the tight rope, walking the tight rope.
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Settling Son
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| Less Than Jake |
