the thinning of the herds
i should be watching through the window
just like my father used to do
i should be walking around on tiptoes
keeping your rightful spot warm for you
that’s what i’ll do
i should be napping through the anger
kind of like mama does today
to think, i never stopped to thank her
like it or not, i’m here to stay
i’m sad to say
i swear that scene you’ve got won’t star me
i swear i’ll let the spoils walk on by
thinking and knowing ain’t the same
imagination is to blame
you made the one who became me
win, lose or draw, it’s all i’ll be
but when push comes to shove
i’m not the man to keep
the thinning of the herds can start with me
please let me think that i can be him
please let me think that i’m not that bad
thinking and knowing ain’t the same
imagination is to blame
you made the one who became me
win, lose or draw, it’s all i’ll be
but when push comes to shove
i’m not the man to keep
the thinning of the herds can start with me

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