100 lyrics for "Well, I can't, well, I can"

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down
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Isn't it madness he can't be mine But in the end, he needs a little more than before Security, he needs his fantasy and freedom I know him so well Nothing is so good it lasts eternally Perfect situations must go wrong But this has never yet prevented me
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Might as well jump, jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Can't you see what I mean? Can't you see me standin' here Go ahead and jump, jump Go ahead jump, jump I get up, and nothin' ever gets me down You got it
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Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just
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We'll live like horses From you old iron fences There's more ways than one To regain your senses Break out the stalls And we'll live like horses I can't control this flesh and blood
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And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his
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Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep
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Sun is shining and so are you Can't you tell I got news for you Sun is shining and so are you And we're gonna be alright Dry your tears and hold tight Then you came my way on a winter's day Shouted loudly come out and play A simple band of gold Wrapped
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I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I
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