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Don't you worry. I promise to be meek.
I've got too much to gamble here at Cripple Creek
Where's that creek at though? I want to swim.
It won't take long, I'll just go and jump in.
Lettin' that water cool my nerves is a good way to begin.
I'll hopefully leave less crippled when I go.
I'll climb over the crest of that hill to the sun on the other side.
Give up on that duck, runaway, camo into a permanent hide.
I know I need help and I'm here for a reason.
There must be a part in this scene for me this season.
No matter how hard the world has been to me,
somethin' said this is where I needed to be.
I'll always do my best for anyone I possibly can.
I'll try to be a kind, gentle, sharing, trustworthy man.
I'll take in some help and give it to any who need.
Watch a beautiful, warm garden grow from love's simple seed.
I don't belong  to any one and only.
I'm not acting, trying to be any thing phony.
I'll give as much as I can from my own sweet heart.
I just gotta figure out when and where I should start.
I suppose it could be tomorrow or even today.
It could come about in an unusual way.
I,m primed in the starting block, awiting that starting gun.
No need to keep my eye on the clock, I'm poised for fun.
Off with a shot, I try to take in everything from this spot.
I'd better cool it,I don't want to get too hot.
I don't want to burn out any memories from my past,
 realize that the good guy doesn't always finish last.
Maybe from here I can finally quench that thirst,
pull right through that last tight corner and come in first.

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