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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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
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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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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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Driving along this highway
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All these cars and up on the sidewalk
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People in every direction
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No words exchanged,
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No time to exchange when
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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
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Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs
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cutting the corners, there's a
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Loose end, loose end, cut cut
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On the fence, try not to offend.
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Cut cut, cut cut.
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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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Lights down, you up and die.
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Ants Marching
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| Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews |
