I'm entering a frame
Bombarded by indecision
Where a man like me
Can easily let the day get out of control
Down this far in the quarter
I'm pushed hard upon the border
But I'd rather be caught 'round now
Rather than, oh say, 'round the month of June
But if I can leave alittle bit of explanation
Then anywher in the worl I choose to go
I'll have it made
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