Got a grand house out in the country.
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Marble pillars holding the door.
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Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before.
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Got a Roller out in the garage.
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But the wheels are stuck to the floor.
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Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore.
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I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me,
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I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me.
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Had me playing down at the palace.
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I was declared the belle of the ball.
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Made the boys take my goods and chattels away--
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now I'm staring at an empty hall.
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I don't want to be me.
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Pardon me--I'm on my way.
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Pardon me but I'm going.
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Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing.
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I'm going to ride the ragged road--
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diamond spurs jangling into the sunset.
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No circuits running overload--Well maybe I'm not done yet.
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Now there's nothing left in the cupboard
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and three bears' been eating my soup.
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My life is one big critical mess if you take a look.
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And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk.
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But I can't check out of this crazy world
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without being a jerk--I don't want to be me.
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I Don't Want To Be Me
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| Jethro Tull |
