You got a brain just like a steam shovel
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And I'm tar upon the road
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You've got a body like a shotgun
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That I'm trying to unload
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If you are yin and yang then Baby
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I must be ego and id
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I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is
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And you're a bold El Cid
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Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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You got a beret like Che Guevara
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But your dress makes me see stripes and stars
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Oh come on Baby I wanna know
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Who you are
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Who you really are
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You got imagination like a lift
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I'm stuck between the floors
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Your soul looks like a doorman
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I'm revolving in his doors
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I try to read you like a book
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You laugh between the lines
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You got a sense of humor like a motorway
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Clearly I'm not an exit sign
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Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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Well you tell us that you're going far
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How come your stocks are still where they are
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Oh come on Baby I wanna know
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Who you are
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Who you really are
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You've got a future like a family photo
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And I'm just out of shot
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Well when your car is freezing over
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My collar's getting hot
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You're fighting wars in your inside
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And I'm a pacifist
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Yeah, but if you were my country Baby
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You know that I'd enlist
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Oh come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are
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Well I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars
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Baby don't tread me down too far
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Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars
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Baby don't tread me down too far
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Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars
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Baby don't tread me down too far
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Oh come on Baby I wanna know
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Who you are
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Who you really are
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Who You Really Are
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John Wesley Harding |