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I think that I'll just walk out |
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A library's like a crowd with different badges, |
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Not the nicest spot for a sad cat |
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And adding another line, |
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The book that I'm writing down my cup of coffee |
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Where my non-sense can find a fast rest... |
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'Cause nothing's more itchy and sad |
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Than missin' the winning path |
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Being just tired |
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Complaining about the time |
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I spent trying to find a rhyme to match die lighted |
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Numbers scored up my pin-ball, on the wall |
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Don't push me, I know my skin |
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Let's much more out instead of in but |
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At the moment I confess it's the only fun, |
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Hum, Hum! |
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No matter what all girls say |
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We all got a rent to pay |
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Sell your hide! |
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My best shirt is down the street |
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Throws parties for ramblin' beads |
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Down cups of coffee |
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And my pockets are loaded with thrills |
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But nothing's more itchy and sad |
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Than missing the winning path |
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Being just tired. |