Give me no restrictions on what I do or say
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Don't speak of tomorrow when it's still today
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Leave me to my selfish ways, I'm well enough alone
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That is what I tell myself as I stumble home
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Derelict across the street in the garbage bin
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Looks like he's found something neat judging by his grin
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Such a long long way to go, hope I get there soon
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Wish I could jump a great height and land in my front room
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Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh
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Wake up in the morning make sure I'm still alive
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Percolate the coffee opens up my eyes
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Hear the cricket calling switch on the TV
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Sit and stare for hours and cheer Dennis Lillee
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Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh
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Through the de-restriction zone we pass a long wide load
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Laugh at the reflections of cat's eyes on the road
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Freeways hypnotize me, up up and away
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Hope we make it home tonight
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Be that as it may
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Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh
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No Restrictions
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| Men At Work |
