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(V1)
I sit alone, in my little corner of the world,
Just in awe of everything that's going by,
And I sit at home, just trying to make a little sense,
While the pundits spit into each other's eye,
(B1)
One guy there, he's born out on the street,
Never had a place to live, barely had enough to eat,
While the other of the privelidge, silver spoon in his mouth,
And it makes me wanna stop and blow the whistle,
Yeah, he was born right on third base, but he thinks he hit a triple,
(C1)
There's no need to know all the answers, you just gotta look like you
do,
Straight shooters will lose out to dancers,
Just use your hand jive, and they'll never catch on to you.
(V2)
He hit the road, with all the courage in the world,
As he acknowledged all his bravery in the field,
But he was told, he'd have a worse experience,
With the vicious fabrications they would wield,
(B2)
He started out, so noble in his heart,
He would fight the cleaner fight, the would play the higher part,
But they bought and sold his comrades with a swift complicit nod,
Yeah, they trashed the truth, and smothered all his fires,
He still had the bigger story, but they had the bigger liars.
(C2)
There's no need to know all the answers, you just gotta look like you
do,
Straight shooters will lose out to dancers,
Just use your sidestep, and they'll never catch on to you.
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2008 Love Pig Music, ASCAP
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