I'm standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
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I'm a primate
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I feel no pain got no i-phone
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Pluggin' into my brain I'm hangin' alone
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In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
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Yeah fuck you!
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I'm just standing on the corner, smokin', taking in the wider view
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I'm on location I got rivers of the dead
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Heading down to the station I'm thinkin' about goin' back to bed
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a¢æ?Cause I can, no plans
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If I had a plan I'd take it down and hock it
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Then someone else'd own my time
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Then I'd be polishing another man's rocket
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Instead a hangin' here, looking for a rhyme
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In the sun, smoking a cigarette, watching the traffic jam up
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Thinkin' about gettin' me a black coffee in a take-away cup
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Maybe tippin' in a little medicine
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From what I got hidden in a paperbag
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Standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
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[solo]
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If I had plans I'd be tempted to sell a¢æ?em
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Then someone else'd own my time
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Then I'd be working on another man's plans
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I'd never get to pay for the crime, to tell him
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Shut the fuck up!
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Don't ever let a¢æ?em catch you talkin' to yourself
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Let alone in rhyme
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I'm standing in the ruins, looking at the end
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Of all mankind, leaning back again
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In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
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Yeah I'm standing in the ruins, looking at the end
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Of all mankind, leaning back again
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In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans.
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No Plans
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Cold Chisel |