Yesterday
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The sky looked sweet
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When we dropped
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A big bomb at our feet
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And sometime soon
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We all might zoom
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To space and continue
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With another zoo
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Work and pace
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For paper face
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Spend it wisely
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And keep it safe
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Because the human race
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Is a non-stop race
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With too many trials
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But no real case
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Something about this second
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Something about this hour
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Take away the money
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Then the time becomes the power
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A moment just to swim
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And to shower and to sing
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And to brighten and to dim
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And to sleep and to wander in
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Nothing
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Oh sweet nothing
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Today we're doing nothing at all
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Yesterday
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I climbed a hill
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Then cycle down speedy
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On a great big wheel
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Feeling ill
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Laboured still
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Grinding and stressing
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In that giant mill
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Drove a car
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Stop and start
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Round and round in circles
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Never got too far
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Running barefoot
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On the hot hot tar
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'cause if you stop
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Then you burn
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Then your feet get scars
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Something about this instance
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Something about this minute
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Striving for the future
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But don't realise that we're in it
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A moment just to float
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To ponder and to dote
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To dry and to soak
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And to take a little toke of that
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Nothing
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Oh sweet nothing
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Today we're doing nothing at all
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Nothing
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| The Cat Empire |
