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My weekdays |
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So busy its my schedule |
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Well giving in my apartments just as full |
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Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls |
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And now that's rigid than the days lined on my calendar |
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As subways trains they roll me home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleep |
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I like it thou |
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My weekends |
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I travel as |
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I visit friends |
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Sometimes |
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I go out sometimes |
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I stay in |
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Its too late to change my self |
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Its only in the humor |
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In a story |
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I recall I mimic with my arms as |
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I Exaggerate a joke |
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Oh where I go |
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Its only in this drama |
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In a story |
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I recall I mimic with my arms as |
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I Exaggerate the plot |
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I go to Unhook the vcr |
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Cable and |
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The bath of massive tangled grey & black |
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And turn across to somewhere in the back |
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I'm leaning over down behind the |
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TV stand a radiated pause |
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A hissing line and stranded as |
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Spits among the dust |
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I give up |
