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Lately I need a better plan |
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I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands' |
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Cause I have been a cerebral spouse |
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Now my legs want to go into the emerald house |
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And I want to look out |
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I don't want to bail out |
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And I want to help out |
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I don't want to nod out |
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I don't want to knock you down |
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But why am |
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I still looking for a golden age? |
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You tell me that |
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I ought to have a golden wage |
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Every time |
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I look up at that blurry sun |
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All I think about are bodies floating up |
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Everybody ought to get that special glance |
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Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? |
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It makes me wonder how |
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I even wrote this song |
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Does this not occur to almost everyone? |
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It makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
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Lately I want to be in my heart |
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But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? |
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I don't want that |
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TylenolCan |
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I sing and make change without crushing clams? |
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I can help the little things but |
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I have big plans |
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I don't want that |
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TylenolIt makes a monkey wretch |
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It makes a monkey rich |
