maybe it could wait another day
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for as it were I'm better off along without my feet
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if laziness could be a middle name
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initial me so I could wander off and fall asleep
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we've all recovered though still to stand
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with no excuses for us to tell
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so please allow sometime to pass
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we've peeled our spirits into a hole
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with no provisions left to share
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yet still our sleeves are waited down.
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wouldn't even believe your eyes
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it's all a circus now
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wouldn't even believe your eyes
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it's all your circus now
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wouldn't even believe your eyes
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it's all your circus now
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I know there's never reason for your doubt
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and the same is true and held I hope, at least for me
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so suddenly we found a new way out
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but it's up to someone else to drag my ass along the street.
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Wife Soup
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| Umphrey's McGee |
