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So pardon me boys |
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I'm gonna be late |
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I don't have the choice |
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I've got to get into shape |
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It's eight on the nose |
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And i gotta go |
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So pass me my coat |
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I've got to get to the show |
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Ain't got no feeling |
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Ain't got no pain |
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Ain't got no reason |
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To try again |
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Don't need no finger |
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To point at me |
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Can't let it linger |
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I must get free |
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So send me away |
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Cause i need a break |
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What more can i say |
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There's just so much i can take |
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But don't be so sad |
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I'm feeling alright |
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It won't be so bad |
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If i can get through tonight |
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It seemed so simple |
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Let's go out and have some fun |
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Someone to play to |
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We didn't know what we'd begun |
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Then as things grew |
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We really thought we had it made |
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But soon we all knew |
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That we'd be ending up like slaves |
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The simple fact is |
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There really ain't no inbetween |
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You're either up there |
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Or scurryin' round and lookin' lean |
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And when you're up there |
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They just can't wait to tear you down |
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Just like a treadmill |
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You find yourself goin' round and round |
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So pardon me boys... |
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So just one more time |
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Yeah that is for sure |
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And then i'll be fine |
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Ah but i've said it before |
