Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm
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Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar
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There are many things I'd love to turn you on to
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But somehow I feel they're safer where they are.
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Well some people in bound infatuation
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While some others spell depression as the law
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Someone's mother getting no imagination
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So beware then, baby, sin is at everyone's door.
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Don't be the man I know with no expressions lord
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Ain't got none at all
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Pity the man I know with no expressions lord
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Ain't got none at all
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But you'll never, no you'll never see this man laughing
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Come to think of it, I've never seen this man cry
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But you might by sitting quietly hear him singing
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By and by, he'll stop and sigh, his voice will even start to speak and he will say goodbye.
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Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm
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Or led a lion through a busy street bazaar
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There are many things I'd love to turn you on to
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But somehow I feel they're safer where they are.
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Without Expression (Don't Be The Man)
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| Reo Speedwagon |
