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7 am |
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The garbage truck |
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Beeps as it backs up |
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And I start my day thinking about |
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What I've thrown away |
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Could I push rewind? |
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All the credits strewn |
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In signifying the end |
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But I missed the best part |
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Could we please go back |
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To the start? |
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Forgive my indecision |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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You're always first when |
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No one's on your side |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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The day will come when |
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I want off that ride |
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11 am |
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By now you would think |
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That I would be up |
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But my bedsheets shade |
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The heated choices I made |
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What did I find? |
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I never thought I could want |
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Someone so much |
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'Cause now you're not here |
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And I'm knee deep |
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In my own fear |
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Forgive my indecision |
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I am only a man |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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You're always first when |
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No one's on your side |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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The day will come when |
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I want off that ride |
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12 pm and my dusty telephone rings |
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I get up from my pillow |
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Who could it be? |
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I hope its you |
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It's you, oh |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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You're always first when |
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No one's on your side |
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Then again, then again, then again |
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The day has come and |
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I want off that ride |
