| Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river
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| Every boat is leaking in this town
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| Everybody’s thinking that they’ll all be delivered
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| Sitting in a box like lost and found
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| But I found my place and it’s alright
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| We all searching for our better way
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| Got yours off my plate, it’s alright
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| I got my own way to believe
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| Find a lighthouse in the dark stormy weather
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| We all could use a sedative right now
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| Holy rollers sitting with their backs to the middle
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| All hands on deck, sinking is the bow
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| And if you wanna have to pray, it’s alright
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| We all be thinking with our different brains
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| Get yours off my plate, it’s alright
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| I got my own way to believe
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| It’s ok
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| Sometimes you find yourself
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| Having to put all your faith
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| In no faith
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| Mine is mine, and yours won’t take its place
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| Now make your getaway
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| Science says we’re making love like the lizards
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| Try and say that fossils ain’t profound
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| Simon says that we are not allowed to consider
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| Simon says «Stand-up. |
| Sit-down. |
| You’re out!»
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| But I found my place, and it’s alright
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| Bearing witness to some stranger days
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| Get yours off my plate, it’s alright
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| I got my own ways to believe
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| It’s ok
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| Sometimes you find yourself being told to change your ways
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| There’s no way
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| Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place
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| Now make your getaway
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| It’s ok
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| Sometimes you find yourself
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| Having to put all your faith
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| In no faith
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| Mine is mine, and yours won’t take its place
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| Now make your getaway
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| It’s ok
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| Sometime you find yourself
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| Being told to change your ways
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| For Gods sake
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| Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place
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| Now make your getaway |