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Going out of my head with too much time to whittle All this waste it ends Out of my head with too much time How do you contend it will all work out? Half a dozen kids and we've all got doubt I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better Even if it gets so we hate that sound If heaven isn't great we can waltz right out I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better Guess it's out of my hands, and no one tried to get 'em What if? Wasn't it Out of my hands, and now we try How do you contend it will all work out? Half a dozen kids and we've all got doubt I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better Even if it gets so we hate that sound If heaven isn't great we can waltz right out I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better How do you contend it will all work out? Half a dozen kids and we've all got doubt I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better Even if it gets so we hate that sound If heaven isn't great we can waltz right out I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better I'll do you one better, I'll do you one better
Writer(s): Mike Adams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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