You're alone above the street somewhere
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Wondering how you'll ever count out there
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You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
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But inside you've got something to write
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In your hand you hold your only friend
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Never spend your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
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When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
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When the words are immobile until you sit down
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Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
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Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
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You must really have something
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Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
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Important to say
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When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
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And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
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But it suddenly comes after years of delay
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You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
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When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
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Then you can be sure, you can open the door
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Get off of the floor tonight
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You have something to write
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When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you
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But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you
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You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
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You've got a head start away from the street
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But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
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Could be there's just one thing left in the end
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Your guitar and your pen
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When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
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And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
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And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
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Then you stick it together and start writing again
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And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back
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To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey"
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Stashed in a bloody great sack
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In your Cadillac
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You're alone
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You're alone
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You're alone above the street somewhere
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Wondering how you'll ever count out there
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You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
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But inside you've got something to write
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In your hand you hold your only friend
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Never spend your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Your guitar or your pen
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Never spend your guitar or your pen
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Guitar And Pen
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The Who |