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He wakes up on a Wednesday morning |
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He can't remember Tuesday's mirth |
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He barely keeps himself from yawning |
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Makes his bed for what that's worth |
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He likes to use vocabulary |
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His bank account a state of "dearth" |
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The neighbors they all say he's touched |
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Dropped him on his head at birth |
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CHORUS |
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Is he awake on Wednesday |
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In a bed where everybody's sleeping |
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Awake on Wednesday |
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They all complain but no one's leaving |
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Decaying is beliving in this town |
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In this town the folks are nice |
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In this town the kids are cool |
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Procastinating all their lives |
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They play in bands or stay in school |
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And even the class of '69 wears their back packs all the time |
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And Wenesday night is nachos at "the park" |
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The blue and golden rule |
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He wakes up on a Wednesday morning |
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And calculates his latest debts |
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Parents screaming, "Pick a major" |
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Make a man out of you yet |
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The neighbors they all say he's touched |
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He counts andt loud and swears too much |
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He thinks he's got the right equation |
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Real world equals the big null set |
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CHORUS |
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Decaying is believing in this town |
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This town just goes around around around |
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This town |
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This town |
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This town |
