| Here inside my paper cup
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| Everything is looking up
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| On one comes in, no one goes out
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| Nothin' to get hung up about
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| I’m free and it’s so easy to get by
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| 'Cause I don’t try
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| In my paper cup
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| I have installed a shower stall
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| Across the hall
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| Running water and a den
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| It’s looking just like home again
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| I’m free and I’ve installed refrigerated air
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| You’d have to look inside
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| Before you’d know that I was there
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| And everybody says I’m quite insane
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| And someday I’ll be going down the drain
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| I know they’re right
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| But I feel no pain
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| Here inside my paper cup
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| Everything is looking up
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| On one goes out, no one comes in
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| It’s lookin just like home again
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| I’m free and it’s so easy to get
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| The things I’ve always wanted
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| 'Cause I don’t really want 'em anymore
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| Living ain’t so bad without a rudder
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| Life is kind a groovy in the gutter
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| If you know how, and I do
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| So if you’d like to come along
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| We’ll sing a little paper song
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| About a lonely paper plate
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| Who couldn’t find a paper mate
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| I’m free, yes, I’m free
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| And my life is looking up
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| From inside my paper cup |
| And I’m always looking up
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| From inside my paper cup |