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The gates of the schoolyard
are padlocked and chained to keep all the children in out of the rain the art teacher's preaching the virtues of pastel shades you pay no attention but it won't hurt your grades 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots they don't have to tell you you don't call the shots you jump when they say jump and you don't ask how high 'cause painting by numbers they know you'll get by painting by numbers they know you'll get by you take a position in the old man's firm he signs all the papers you agree to the terms they ley you run errands and you don't get days off you take off the garbage and hope it pays off 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots you work from neck down you might be in grad school up ut M.I.T. you might be down in the canal zone being all that you can be you might get to thinking you're ahead of the game but when you break it all down it all comes out the same 'cause you're painting by numbers connecting the dots you work from neck down |
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| 2. |
| 3:32 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:09 |
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| 4. |
| 4:08 |
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| 5. |
| 3:31 |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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I'm not from here
I just live here Grew up somewhere far away Came here thinking I'd never stay long I'd be going back soon someday It's been a few years since I got here Seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go Crowds assemble, they hang out awhile Then they melt away like an early snow Onto some bright future somewhere Down the road to points unknown Sending post cards when they get there Wherever it is they think they're goin' I'm not from here I just live here Can't say that it matters much I read the papers and I watch the nightly news Who's to say I'm out of touch? Nobody's from here Most of us just live here locals long since moved away sold their played-out farms for parking lots went off looking for a better way Onto some bright future somewhere Better times on down the road Wonder if they ever got there Wherever it is they thought they'd go Hit my home town a couple years back Hard to say just how it felt But it looked like so many towns I might've been through on my way to somewhere else I'm not from here But people tell me it's not like it used to be They say I should've been here back about ten years Before it got ruined by folks like me We can't help it We just keep moving It's been that way since long ago Since the Stone Age, chasing the great herds We mostly go where we have to go Onto some bright future somewhere Down the road to points unknown Sending post cards when we get there Wherever it is they think we'll go |
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| 7. |
| 4:00 |
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Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the clocks
There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've fallin' behind She said won't you come see me, When the sun goes down It'll be just like the old days, When I used to let you hang around Well I don't know, I might not speak the language any more Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I've closed some doors People in the village, Watch the children play At the sight of a stranger, They call the kids away Just leave that man alone, I hear the mothers say Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland What's made him that way I hadn't intended, To bend the rules Whiskey don't make liars, It just makes fools So I didn't mean to say it, But I meant what I said Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland Must have gone to my head Jet trails in the sunset, a long way away cuttin' cross the horizon, At the edge of the day And it calls out to me, Come fly away, I've been Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I believe I'll have to stay Too long in the wasteland Too long in the wasteland I'll have to stay There's a ghost of a moon in the afternoon Bullet holes in the mailbox Bullet holes in the mailbox |
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| 8. |
| 4:09 |
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| 9. |
| 3:26 |
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| 10. |
| 4:05 |
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| 11. |
| 4:10 |
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