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He wakes up in the morning |
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Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling |
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Never changes a thing |
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The week ends the week begins |
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She thinks, we look at each other |
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Wondering what the other is thinking |
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But we never say a thing |
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These crimes between us grow deeper |
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Goes to visit his mommy |
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She feeds him well his concerns |
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He forgets them |
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And remembers being small |
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Playing under the table and dreaming |
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Take these chances |
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Place them in a box until a quieter time |
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Lights down, you up and die |
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Driving in on this highway |
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All these cars and upon the sidewalk |
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People in every direction |
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No words exchanged |
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No time to exchange |
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And all the little ants are marching |
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Red and black antennas waving |
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They all do it the same |
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They all do it the same way |
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Candyman tempting the thoughts of a |
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Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss |
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Program cutting the corners |
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Loose end, loose end, cut, cut |
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On the fence, could not to offend |
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Cut, cut, cut, cut |
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Take these chances |
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Place them in a box until a quieter time |
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Lights down, you up and die |
