Why is it for every one
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there's got to be a greater sum
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of reasons to believe that I need
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Because it's easy to forget
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and when there's nothing in your head
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soon a sleep is all that I can see
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Now I've probably stayed too long
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and maybe I could go
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but I can't even find a door
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and so it goes to the same end
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until the obvious comes and then Acknowledging I've seen this all before
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Why do all excuses come
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when all I really need is none
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again the instincts they bring back more
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But do i think I know too much,
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and in the end is that enough
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But am I certain what I'm asking for?
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Example One
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Umphrey's McGee |