Getting away from all the things that need doing
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Lazily here to lose the afternoon
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Lying around here on the ground
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It's as close to getting up as I can go
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Taking a chance to free myself from my worries
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Cover them well enough and no one sees
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Nobody knows until they show
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And the only thing to do is try to cover them again
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(*) Hurry yourself, what's the use?
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Mountains of wealth, I refuse
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To be somebody's slave for a dime
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I've got plenty of mountains
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I'm lookin?to find, spending my time
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Lying around, here on the ground
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It's as close to getting up as I can go
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Pleasing myself is all that really needs doing
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Everything else begins but never ends
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Listen to me and you'll agree
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That a man is better off
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If he has come to realize
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Repeat (*) twice
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What's The Use
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