| «It takes all kinds», said Martin Sheen
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| To Warren Oates on silver screen
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| I do believe that he was right
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| I took all kinds of things tonight
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| I do what I do just because
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| Under Her Thumb
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| Overpowered by Love
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| You’d walk the earth to find a hit
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| And then you’d walk away from it
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| Because all shadows on the stage
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| Are why the lighting techs get paid
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| The reasons why we love you still
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| Lie in the space you didn’t fill
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| You do what you do just because
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| Out of this world
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| Overpowered by Love
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| I read a book when I was young
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| Then opened up another one
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| The second book said to the first
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| «I know your story, mine is worse»
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| I skipped ahead to read the end
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| I never read a book again
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| I do what I do just because
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| Out of the Past
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| Overpowered by Love
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| I ran a fever for a week
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| She spoke to me, I couldn’t speak
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| I dreamed the glamour and the glitz
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| My fervour reached a fever pitch
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| She disappeared, I finally spoke
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| Was then my fever kindly broke
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| Nothing appeared as it was
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| Under Her Thumb
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| Overpowered by Love
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| I had this motor in a van
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| It ran and ran and ran and ran
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| One day in June it kicked the bucket
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| Started up, then thought, «Fuck it»
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| I had this motor in a Chevy
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| It got tired, things got heavy
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| Nothing remains as it was
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| Spinning our wheels
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| Overpowered by Fuzz
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| Whitehearts on a silver chain
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| Dragonflies to ease your pain
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| If you find it hard to choose
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| Take a couple Russian Blues
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| Bad news takes all shapes and forms
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| Prime ministers & college dorms
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| The bad news is this life is fleeting
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| The good news is we’ve reserved seating
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| I heard the news that you’d be going
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| I read it on my mobile phone
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| «Just Because» we play it slow
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| Doesn’t make it sad you know
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| Somewhere someone’s line is ringing
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| Lean on in, go down swinging
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| So much to say, so little time
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| I’m working hard to clear my mind
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| I’ll leave you with one final thought
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| Oh forget it… I forgot…
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| …Wait, it’s coming back to me
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| Gord, you rock Eternally
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| «Courage», you say, «we ain’t done yet»
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| Let’s see how heavy things can get… |