Books are stacked on my table, I've got books filling my shelves
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Day and night I've been trying to unravel myself
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But I've been looking for answers that don't seem to wanna be had
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and people don't live too long when they're feeling this bad
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So I don't wanna know about nothin'
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unless it's something I can see or touch
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'cause I've been living on the inside too much
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I miss those Labor Day picnics like the ones that we used to have
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Where no one's worrying about nothing, no one's feeling bad
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I wanna roll down the hillside, lay dizzy in the cool green grass
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and jump around like a frog in a gunny sack
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And I don't wanna know about nothin'
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unless it's something I can see or touch
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'cause I've been living on the inside a little too much
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My friend has got some babies and she loves them with all of her might
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They run around all day, they keep her up at night
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But she can kiss those faces and she's the one who gets to see them smile
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I'm thinking maybe that'd beat this by a pretty long mile
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And I don't wanna know about nothin'
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unless it's something I can see or touch
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'cause I've been living on the inside a little too much
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Lving On The Inside
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Michael Franks |