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I'm singing in my sleep again |
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It makes you laugh so hard |
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You cannot stop |
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After the moment's passed |
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My orchestra helps you |
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Flee from the pressure' |
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Cause the money's dried up |
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And it's the first of the month |
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Watching you go crazy is driving me insane |
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I hope you don't think |
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I'm lazy, baby |
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I'm working overtime watching you go crazy |
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Is making me lose my mind |
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I went to my priest |
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To ask the church for relief |
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He said they had bigger problems to address |
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Than meI pressed my luck, asked for a cup of |
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Jesus's blood' |
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Cause it tastes just like grape juice |
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He said, "Go home funny man, enjoy while you can'Cause we're coming to save you" |
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Baby, let my music drive you mad |
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Let it be your punching bag |
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On delicate feet let's move out to the margins |
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Let's corral a garden full of life for our cells |
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My sweet little thang made of candy cane |
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I hope you can hear this |
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If not, you're more prepared for his return |
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Than those so called believers |
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For now you should rest |
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One day we'll make baby foxes |
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Those of us short on loot |
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Are short on friends and lovers too |
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We have no dollar bills to pay our water bill |
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But we're still sexy and who are they? |
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They are much less attractive |
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When the money is subtracted, hey |