Saw the sun come up again.
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Last week's papers and a pack of darts
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That got me through 'til ten.
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The ten fifteen's five minutes late.
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I really should just get out more these days.
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Next door is coughing up his lungs.
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Two A.M. I'm sure she said
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She's gonna get herself a gun.
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I blacked out from three to five.
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You should hear what's going on outside.
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As the morning bread goes hard
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On the corner shop they're waiting
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Just for rush hour to start.
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And I'm wondering why his kids are late
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I really should just get out more these days.
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Days, and each one shows
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there's so much I'll never know
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If I don't ever get
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If I never get home, home.
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And old Ryan's still his rust
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And Tuesday comes and goes
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Like any late night bus.
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I could do a lot more with my time
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But you should hear what's going on outside.
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Tuesday
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You Am I |