When my body gets up out of my bed
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I'm always singing in my head
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I am lucky
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There are people doing what they do best
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Simply cleaning up the mess for the rest
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I'd say their lives are not in their hands
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They're just doing what their bosses demand
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I'd say take your boss in your hand
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And squeeze it until you hear this sound
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I was always having trouble keeping body & soul together
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I would bury my chin in my chest
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But no one would ever dig it out
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And so put my mind at rest
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Why do people never say what they mean?
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Why do people just repeat what they read?
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I'd say are lives are not in our hands
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We're doing what our guts demand
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I say take our guts in our hands
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Before they turn the earth into sand
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Three Orange Kisses From Kazan
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