Walking through life with blinders on
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Trying not to get too deep in the wrong
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With all the peer pressure that they advertise
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It's a full time chore to hold back my demise
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Everybody telling me what to do
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As if everybody knows
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There's a fork in the road with a million prongs
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And six little nines that I know are wrong
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I ain't got
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I ain't got nothing to say
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Maybe one, maybe two, maybe three hundred times
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I've tried really hard to make this rhyme
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But it's constant help from the people who know
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Make it tougher than it has to be
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Every single day I try to get things done
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I'm either stopped by the cold or burnt by the sun
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There is no easy way to speak your mind
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And even harder to get them to hear
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I ain't got
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I ain't got nothing to say
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Every little piece of fantasy
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Keeps me right where they want me to be
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There's a code that they're all searching by
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A map of places I might hide
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It's dark with a couple of marker lights
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All of my hunters are afraid of heights
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There's a well known fact that they don't know
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They're chasing a man not on the go
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I ain't got
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I ain't got nothing to say
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Nothing To Say
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Flotsam And Jetsam |