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Just living on a sunday morning,
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Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
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Just thought I'd think about all the things to get and keep getting,
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Never enough not enough and never ending.
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I just thought I'd think about.
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And it might be...
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The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
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could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now.
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Parody of yourself in color,
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Giving it to everybody but your mother.
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You've got much to think about, soaring higher with every treason.
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Never justify, never reason.
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You've got much to think about.
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And it just might be...
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Here and Now
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| Letters To Cleo |
