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The people were running |
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The place was on fire |
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The smoke was a-growing |
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And the flames were getting higher |
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The fire chief was shouting |
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As he knocked down my door |
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He said you better move your butt boy |
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Or you'll knock on heaven's door |
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I'm so laid back, I'm laid out |
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I'm so caved in and spaced out |
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I'm wired to the teeth |
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I'm fused to the floor |
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So baby don't you bug me no more |
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Don't you bug me no more |
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The rent needing paying |
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The insurance was due |
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The roof needing fixing |
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And the rain was coming through |
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But the forecast is sunny |
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So I'll stay here on my back |
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Tomorrow is another day |
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It's cozy in the sack |
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I'm so laid back, I'm laid out |
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I'm so caved in and spaced out |
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I'm wired to the teeth |
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I'm fused to the floor |
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So baby don't you bug me no more |
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Don't you bug me no more |
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There were times when you wanted to be number one |
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And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on |
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But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh) |
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My luxury is living |
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'Cause I can't afford to die |
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I'm a diletantic mother |
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With a twinkle in my eye |
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Let the others do the running |
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I'm content to take a cut |
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Percentages are burning |
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And I'm happy in my rut |
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I'm so laid back, I'm laid out |
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I'm so caved in and spaced out |
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I'm wired to the teeth |
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I'm fused to the floor |
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So baby don't you bug me no more |
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Don't you bug me no more |
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No more, no more, no more, [etc.] |
