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Bruce Hornsby
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Resting Place (Live)
Lyricist：Bruce Randall Hornsby
Well, I'm on a long sojourn, I'm sitting here shedding my skin
I don't know about inside but I'm ugly on the outside
They're all saying with me for the shape I'm in
And messing with me, yeah
I'm looking for a clean slate
I just need to find a new way, a way to relate, hey, now
Hey, let's go looking for squirrels, let's find something to do
I think she's shooting it right at you, I look down, I said right at you
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
Hey, and the wind whips my face
And the mud all over my face
Hey, let's duck down this side street
Maybe no, nobody else will see
Everybody sees us as, there's a big fat bastards
But I can just see you looking at me
Ever feel like a side-show attraction
Ever feel like a walking infection
Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats
I don't know just what they mean, maybe not good, real bad I bet
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And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
And the wind, and the wind whips my face
Well, I'm looking for a clean slate
I just need to find a new way, way to relate
You ever feel like a street walker, I get by being a funny talker
All those funny jokes sting, so keep walking
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
And the wind whips my face
Storm mud all over my face
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my, from my resting place
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips at my face
And I'm a long, long way from where we sail
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
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