| There’s a tall thin man standing in the shadows
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| When he calls your name, his voice is strong and clear
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| It’s a dark and smoky place
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| So you can’t quite see his face
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| He pulls you close and whispers in your ear
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| And he tells you he was born into some money
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| But it didn’t mean he had to sit around
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| And he knows a thing or two
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| About the things that you should do
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| If you don’t want to take life lying down
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| First of all hang out a lot with Hemingway
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| Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain
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| You should go three rounds with
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| Archie Moore and Sugar Ray
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| So damn scary you won’t mind the pain
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| Be ringside at the Rumble in the Jungle
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| Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O
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| And when they shoot poor Bobby down
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| You wrestle Sirhan to the ground
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| Love your friends and miss them when they go
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| You should write a book or two and start a magazine
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| Even if it never makes a dime
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| You should swing out by your feet
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| Above the circus ring
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| At the very least throw parties all the time
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| Time and tide will never care
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| Not so far from here to there
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| We just go (We just go)
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| So enjoy yourself, do the things that matter
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| Cause there isn’t time and space to do it all
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| Love the things you try
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| Drink a cocktail, wear a tie
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| Show a little grace if you should fall
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| Don’t live another day unless you make it count
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| There’s someone else that you’re supposed to be
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| Something deep inside of you
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| That still wants out
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| And shame on you if you don’t set it free |