| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| Get up
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| By the time I’m 23
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| I know where I gotta be
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| I’m begging for you, please
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| 'Cause I’m on my hands and knees
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| I’m spreading like disease
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| And I try and cut it down
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| And you treat me like a tree
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| Like I’m the only one around
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| I guess it’s up to me and you
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| Choosin' what we wanna do
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| But I never have a clue
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| 'Cause I never think it through
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| You treat me like I’m dust and I’m floatin' in the air
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| You think that I’m a monster and I never really care
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| Get up
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Sunday mornin'
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| Now I’m missin' you
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| What can I do?
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| It only seems to change
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| Will you ever come back to me?
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| Get up
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Sunday mornin' cereal
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Stand back, oh yeah
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| Stand back, oh yeah |