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Low grey clouds rolling over my head
I'm walking up a hill to get my fortune read
I can still take this rejection
But it's getting harder to do
I wish I could show you how you hurt me
In a way that wouldn't hurt you too
Tennis shoes hanging from a telephone wire
I got a little money, I could get a little higher
I was alright for a while but you know how it goes
Everything in moderation including moderation I suppose
I never did like the people where I was employed
They were always out to get me 'cos I'm paranoid
Now I'm working for myself and that don't pay a lousy dime
If what we are here to do is learn to forgive
I'm gonna need more time
Too soon to tell, too soon to tell
Too soon to tell, by and by
Too soon to tell what's gonna happen to us when we die
Too soon to tell what we will ever avenge
They say that living well is the best revenge
I say bullshit, the best revenge is revenge
This isn't over, we're gonna meet again
Then I said good Lord if you're still up there
You have sure got some nerve
It seems like even the wicked
We get worse than we deserve
We're afraid to die
If it got down to one of us
I swear to God it's like you're making fun of us
Not worth keeping or too good to keep
If you've got a better secret than that, keep it from me
If you're so God almighty well then what's with all this mystery
You know I would love to trust you buddy
But you are clearly keeping secrets from me
Too soon to tell, too soon to tell
Too soon to tell, by and by
Too soon to tell what's gonna happen to us when we die
At the fortune-teller's on the second floor
In bright red letters hanging off of her door
It said closed, I think it might have been some kind of a sign
I say don't give up on me now baby
I think I could be losing my mind
I have just met too many people
I love 'em all too much