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Brown boxes in the living room |
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My life is in a never-ending state of this old transition |
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I got 'em piled up high in the corner of the kitchen |
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And I'm itchin' just to find a little bit of unpacked nutrition |
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All this crap I've accumulated and I've waited for a place |
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That's big enough to fit it into |
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Onward, upward, running with a new herd |
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Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred |
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Packing and I'm stacking and I'm making all my crap fit |
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Gotta shove it all into, Brown Boxes |
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I got 25 lbs of long-grain rice |
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And some cereal I bought when I was in California |
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Don't try to lift that box over there, |
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It's full of old magazines, I just thought I'd warn ya |
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Onward, upward, running with a new herd |
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Too small, U-Haul, gotta get it transferred |
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Packing and I'm stacking and I'm making all my crap fit |
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Gotta fit it all into, brown boxes |
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I got pants I ain't seen since 6 sizes back |
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I got piles of unmatched socks, so I just throw 'em on the stack |
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I got boxes that were not unpacked |
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Since the last time that I moved, in fact |
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And they'll probably never gonna see the light of day |
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And they'll probably never gonna see the light of day |
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Maybe I should just have a garage sale |
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Maybe I should live a life of simpler existence |
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But you never know when you'll need this stuff |
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So I always take the path of least resistance |
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Cuz the new place gotta lotta room in the garage |
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And I sure hate to unpack |
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I think I might just save some time |
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And leave all of it stacked |
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In brown boxes |
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Brown boxes |
