That's no way to live
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all tangled up like balls of string.
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And we woke at dawn
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and watched the sun glide over the hill.
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I just said the first
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three words that popped into my head.
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Let me off the bus;
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I'm tired and sore and should probably change clothes.
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And the circuits are blown,
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my woman is cold,
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our children are stoned and worthless.
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All waiting for you to tell them the truth.
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The truth is a line, that you'll never use.
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And her dignity
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shown so bright like a light on a hill.
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And she burned for me,
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and no other man came near the flame.
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And back country songs the defeaning twang of the rich-white-kid blues
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You can own the stage,
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but the lights and glares will not make you real.
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She whispers to me, I was meant to be free.
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This life that we've built is deadly.
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She crawls from my bed, with a comb cross her head.
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She crawls to the train and drives herself home
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A Light On A Hill
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| Margot And The Nuclear So And So's |
