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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 instead of oh, say, 'round the month of June
But if I can leave with a little bit of explanation
Then anywhere in the world I choose to go
I'll have it made.
