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Humming to himself as he, |
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Is thinking of his latest debts, |
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Juggling some numbered thoughts, |
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Wondering what might come next, |
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And swears he won't, |
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Ever stop, |
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Unless he wants what |
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She surely does not, |
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Oh, Jim, John, |
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Jackie, and |
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Susie Q, They mind their manners but so do you, |
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Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense, |
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Humming to himself as he, |
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Is thinking of his latest debts, |
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Juggling some numbered thoughts, |
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Wondering what might come next, |
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And swears he's right, |
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Though he's convinced himself it is, |
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Working in an upscale place, |
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She's thinking of her son's demise, |
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On his epitaph a doctor's bill, |
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She puts off for another time, |
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And swears she won't, |
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Ever stop, |
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Unless she wants what |
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She surely does not, |
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Oh, Jim, John, |
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Jackie, and |
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Susie Q, They mind their manners but so do you, |
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Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense, |
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Not gonna see till my singing days are gone, |
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Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on, |
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Not gonna, no oh, |
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Not gonna, no oh, |
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Not gonna, no oh, |
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Till the singing days are gone. |
