Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
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Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?
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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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Yes, there's a man I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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Yes, there's a man that I know
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With no expression, darling
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He's got none at all
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Well, some people are inbound with infatuation
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And some others spill depression as the law
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From one's mother getting at no imagination
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So beware then, maybe sin is at your door
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Yes, there's a man that I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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Yes, there's a man I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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But you may never, never
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See this man laughing
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Come to think of it,
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I've never seen him cry
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But he might be sitting
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And you hear him singing
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And by and by he'll stop and sigh
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Before his voice would even begin to speak
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And he'd just cry
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Yes, There's a man I know
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With no expression, darling
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He's got none at all
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Yes, There's a man that I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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Have you ever, ever ridden horses through a rainstorm?
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Or a lion through a busy street bazarre?
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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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Yes, There's a man that I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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There's a man that I know
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With no expression
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He's got none at all
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Without Expression
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| John Cougar Mellencamp |
