What you gonna do?
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I don't know, my friend
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But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents
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Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!
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Nine times out of ten
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I'm not the guidance type
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I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life
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And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills
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It kills the time
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Until you fill your heart, you'll see
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There's more to you than what you think and need
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Where you gonna go?
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I don't know, my friend
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But I'll take this road forever or until it does end
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Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere!
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Maybe to the west
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Where they don't fall down
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In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town
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A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills
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It kills the time
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Until you fill your heart, you'll see
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there's more to you than what you think and need
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We can share our bland opinions
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About the quality of air
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and all will be right
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All will be right on top
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There's a place in old dominion
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Near that courthouse by the square
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Where all will be right
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All will be right on top of the day
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It Kills
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| Stephen Malkmus |
