If it's fix a fence,
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Fender dents,
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I've got lots of experience.
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Rent gets spent,
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and all the letters,
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Never written, that I don't get sent.
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It comes from confusion;
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All the things I left undone.
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It comes from moment to moment,
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day to day,
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and time seems to slip away.
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But I got twenty million things to do,
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twenty million things.
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All I can think about is you.
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With twenty million things,
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twenty million things to do.
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I got mysterious
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wysterias, hanging in the air.
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The rocking chair I supposed to fix,
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well it came undid.
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And the things that I let slip,
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I found out quick:
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Comes from moment to moment,
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day to day,
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and time seems to slip away.
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But I got twenty million things to do,
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twenty million things.
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All I can do, is think about you.
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With twenty million,
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twenty million things to do...
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Twenty Million Things
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| Robert Palmer |
