Get up you lazy slob the day is almost gone
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You've lost another one the hours ramble on
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And this song won't write itself
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Don't imagine that it will
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What you have to offer is standing still
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And he's wasting all of his life
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On routines that lead to nowhere
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Get up you lazy slob the sun is almost gone
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As your shadows cast you down
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You wished that I was wrong
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There will be another chance
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Don't let this slide on by
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You can't prove them wrong unless you try
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I don't want to waste my life
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Routines
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| Melee |
