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I've really got to clean up my room |
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You know it's been so long since |
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I've seen my floor |
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It's getting kind of scary in fact |
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I suspectThat when |
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I finally clear away |
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I won't know her anymore |
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How we'll have grown so far apart |
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From those early days with a fresh new start |
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So in the end it won't matter at all |
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So why should |
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I bother with the rise and the fall? |
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So I quietly lay back down and watch |
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TVBut these are the things we tell ourselves |
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Oh, eventual stories designed to amuse |
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It's a game we play and we play it well |
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In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose |
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So we can keep hiding |
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So we can survive |
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And keep on believing |
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Someday we'll go outside and drive |
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Gonna go outside and drive |
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I have resolved not to leave my house |
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Till my floor comes back and my room is clean |
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So I'm really kind of glad that my |
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TV's hereWhile |
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I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream |
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Now won't that be wonderful when |
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I'll finally be done |
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I just can't wait for it then |
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I'll start to have fun |
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It's getting hard lately to concentrate |
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All my appointments canceled 'cause |
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I'm horribly late |
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You know I think |
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I need a prison, in order to dream of being free |
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But these are things we tell ourselves |
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Oh, eventual stories designed to amuse |
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It's a game we play and we play it well |
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In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose |
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So we can keep hiding |
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So we can survive |
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And keep on believing |
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Someday we'll go outside and drive |
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Now weeks have gone by and my room's not done |
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In fact I could say that it's gotten much worse |
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Old Chinese food and ravioli cans |
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Amongst the crumpled letters the mood's quite perverse |
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But I got a new |
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TV with a remote control |
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Styrofoam and instructions fill that hole |
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Where I once cleared a path where |
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I once blazed a trail |
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To the bathroom, but |
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I fear that a nail |
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Is buried there now and |
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I step very rarely |
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Try not to get out of bed |
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You know tomorrow |
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I'll get up and |
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I'll walk out my door |
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And life will return to the way that it was |
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But I think |
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I'm getting sick |
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I'd better give it a day |
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It must not get a foothold, but it usually does |
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So I'll sit right here till |
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I'm old and gray |
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I need my rest after all |
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I'm wasting away |
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And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker |
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I think he's biding his time till |
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I get somewhat weaker |
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Things could still work out for me as long as |
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I'm not dead |
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As long as |
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I'm not, as long as |
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I'm, I'm not dead, |
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I'm, I'm not |
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I'm not dead, no |
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I'm not dead, no |
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I'm, I'm not dead, |
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I'm not dead |
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But these are the things we tell ourselves |
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Oh, eventual stories designed to amuse |
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It's a game we play and we play it well |
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In fact we're so damn good that we try to lose |
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So we can keep hiding |
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So we can survive |
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And keep on believing |
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Someday we'll go outside and drive |
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We're gonna go outside and drive |
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I'm still alive, yeah |
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Is it raining or is it sunny? |
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I wonder if it's light outside |
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What's it like outside? |
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Is it sunny or is it rainy? |
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I wonder if it's raining |
