Intro
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[Verse]
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With his back against the San Francisco traffic
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On the bridges side that faces towards the jail
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Setting out to join a demographic,
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He hoists his first leg up over the rail.
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G phone call's made, police cars show up quickly.
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The sergeant slams his passenger door.
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He says, Hey son why don't you talk through this with me,
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Just tell me what you're doing it for.
[Chorus]
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Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
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It's the mountains, it's the fog,
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It's the news at six o'clock,
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It's the death of my first dog.
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It's the angels up above me,
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It's the song that they don't sing,
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It's a little bit of everything.
[Verse]
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There's an older man who stands in a buffet line,
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He is smiling and he's holding out his plate,
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And the further he looks back into his timeline,
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That hard road always led him to today.
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Making up for when his bright future had left him,
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Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
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And letting everything out once, his server asks him,
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Have you figured out yet, what it is you want?
[Chorus]
Gm A#
I want a little bit of everything,
Gm Dm
The biscuits and the beans,
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Whatever helps me to forget about
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The things that brought me to my knees.
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So pile on those mashed potatoes,
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And an extra chicken wing,
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I'm having a little bit of everything.
[Solo]
[Verse]
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Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations,
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To a wedding she has scheduled for the fall,
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Her man says, Baby, can I make an observation?
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You don't seem to be having any fun at all.
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She said, You just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt-size,
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And rest assured that this is making me feel good,
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I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
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If you can give yourself to someone, then you should.
[Chorus]
Gm A#
Cause it's a little bit of everything,
Gm Dm
The way you joke, the way you ache,
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It is getting up before you,
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So I could watch you as you wake.
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So on the day in late September,
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It's not some stupid little ring,
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I'm getting a little bit of everything.
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Oh, it's a little bit of everything,
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It's the matador and the bull,
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It's the suggested daily dosage,
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It's the red moon when it's full.
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All these psychics and these doctors,
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They're all right and they're all wrong,
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It's like trying to make out every word,
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When they should simply hum along.
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It's not some message written in the dark,
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Or some truth that no one's sees,
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It's a little bit of everything.