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Why do you have a cloud in your eye? |
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Walked downstairs |
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Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket |
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Streets were grey and clean for a change |
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Must have been the rain |
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Thought transference |
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And this man in digs with me would spit out |
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Two or three teeth a night on the floor |
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Winter is here, unlike yourself |
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Cold, pulled my shirt up |
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Service |
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Kicked the leaves |
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Learning about time, |
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Time of the vulperines |
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Time of the wolverines |
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They sit rotting, the leaves |
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Kick the brown branches, it is here |
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I came home and found i could say the word "entrepreneur" |
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And my problem began |
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Service |
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(every man wants to be what he is not.) |
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At my feet, one who laughs at anything. |
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And at my head, one that laughs at nothing |
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And i'm just in-between |
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This day's portion |
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Service |
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(you would not like it if you knew it) |
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(why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?) |
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Winter is here |
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I've got a witch on my left shoulder |
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My future's here |
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Now i will kick the broken branches |
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They're this day's portion of this day's portion |
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Didn't want to wake up and learn, |
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I've learnt the word 'entrepreneur" |
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Wandered around, found out, |
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Didn't want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth |
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Every man jack wants to be what he is not. |
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Service. |
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Little boys are taking over |
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They mumble through the grass |
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There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines |
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Too many heads knocking about. |
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Service. |
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This day's portion, this day's portion. |
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Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment? |