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I've been workin' on my rewrite, that's right |
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I'm gonna change the ending |
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Gon' throw away the title and toss it in the trash |
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Every minute after midnight, all the time I'm spending |
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Is just for workin' on my rewrite, that's right |
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I'm gonna turn it into cash |
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I been workin' at the car wash, I consider it my day job |
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'Cause it's really not a pay job but that's where I am |
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Everybody says, "The old guy workin' at the car wash |
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Hasn't got a brain cell left since Vietnam" |
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But I say help me, help me, help me, help me |
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Thank you, I'd no idea that you were there |
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When I said help me, help me, help me, help me |
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Whoa, thank you for listening to my prayer |
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I'm workin' on my rewrite, that's right |
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I'm gonna change the ending |
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Gon' throw away my title and toss it in the trash |
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Every minute after midnight all the time I'm spending |
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Is just for workin' on my rewrite, that's right |
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I'm gonna turn it into cash |
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I'll eliminate the pages where the father has a breakdown |
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And he has to leave the family but he really meant no harm |
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Gonna substitute a car chase and a race across the rooftops |
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When the father saves the children and he holds them in his arms |
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And I said help me, help me, help me, help me |
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Thank you, I'd no idea that you were there |
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When I said help me, help me, help me, help me |
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Whoa, thank you for listening to my prayer |
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Workin' on my rewrite |
