I'm entering a frame bombarded by indecision
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Where a man like me can easily let the day get out of control
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Down this far in the quarter
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I'm pushed hard upon the border
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But, I'd rather be caught 'round
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now rather than, oh say, 'round the mouth of June
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If I can leave, with a little bit of explanation
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Then any where in the world I choose to go I'll have it made
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Hello-Goodbye
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| Blind Melon |
