I'm on a long sojourn
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I'm sitting here shedding my skin
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Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside
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They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in
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I'm looking for a clean slate
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Just need to find a new mind state
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Hey, let's go looking for squirrels
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Let's find something to do
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I think she's shooting it right at you
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Look down I said right at you
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And the hail falls hard
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And the wind whips my face
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And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe
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And the storm clouds are flying high
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Mud all over my face
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
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Hey, let's duck down this side street
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Maybe no, nobody else will see
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Everybody sees us as big fat bastards
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But I can just se you looking at me
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Ever feel like a side-show attraction
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Ever feel like a walking infraction
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Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats
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Don't know just what they mean
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Maybe not good, real bad I bet
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And the hail falls hard
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And the wind whips my face
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And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
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And the storm clouds are flying high
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Mud all over my face
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
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I'm looking for a clean slate
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Just need to find a new way, way to relate
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You ever feel like a street walker
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I get by being a funny talker
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All those funny jokes sting, so keep walking
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And the hail falls hard
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And the wind whips my face
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And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
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And the storm clouds are flying high
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Mud all over my face
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
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Resting Place
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| Bruce Hornsby |
