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He wakes up in the morning
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Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
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Never changes a thing
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The week ends, the week begins
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She thinks, we look at each other
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Wondering what the other is thinking
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But we never say a thing
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And these crimes between us grow deeper
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1-Take these chances
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Place them in a box until a quieter time
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Lights down, you up and die
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Goes to visit his mommy
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She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them
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And remembers being small
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Playing under the table and dreaming
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(rpt 1)
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Driving along this highway
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All these cars and upon the sidewalk
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People in every direction
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No words exchanged, no time to exchange
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When all the little ants are marching
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Red and black antennae waving
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They all do it the same
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They all do it the same way
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Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweet tooth
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Tortured by weight loss
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Program cutting corners
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Loose end, loose end
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Cut, cut on the fence not to offend
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Cut, cut, cut ,cut
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(rpt 1)
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Lights down you up and die
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Ants Marching
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| Dave Matthews Band |
