Stuck in this tragic sitcom
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Hey, write me out of the script
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A span on this planet
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It’s supposed to be more than it is
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I wanna go down where there’s magic in the air
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Money in my pocket and a load of time to spare
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(Bridge)
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Obligations to keep
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Who? Me?
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You wanted to be suddenly sincere
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(Chorus)
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Gonna leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Shoot into the office every morning at 8:45
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Every day is Groundhog Day
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And I’m slowly dying inside
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That’s not a stable spaceship into the stratosphere
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Gotta leave it all behind, all my troubles are my fears
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(Bridge)
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Obligations to keep
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Who? Me?
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You wanted to be suddenly sincere
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(Chorus)
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Gonna leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Running through all the chapters in this book, let go of life
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But there’s nowhere to run
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And there’s suddenly nowhere to hide
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Gonna leave it ‘til
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Gonna leave it
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Right on, right on
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This losing to the climate change
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Might just get down to me
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You can power 1000 cities from the heat that comes from me
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But I ain’t got not other obligations to keep
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(Chorus x3)
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Gonna leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Leave it ‘til tomorrow
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Leave It Til Tomorrow
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| The Plastic Pals |
