| I ve really got to clean up my room
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| You know its been so long since Ive seen my floor
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| Its getting kind of scary in fact I suspect
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| That when I finally clear away I wont know her anymore
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| How well have grown so far apart
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| From those early days with the fresh new start
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| So in the end it wont matter at all
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| So why should I bother with the rise and the fall
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| So I quietly lay back down
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| And watch tv But these are the things we tell ourselves
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| Eventual stories designed to amuse
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| Its a game we play and we play it well
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| In fact were so damn good that we try to lose
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| So we can keep hiding
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| So we can survive
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| And keep on believing
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| Someday well go outside &drive
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| Gonna go outside &drive…
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| I have resolved not to leave my house
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| Till my floor comes back and my room is clean
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| So Im really kind of glad that my tvs here
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| While I concoct my plan to fulfill my dream
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| Now wont that be wonderful when Ill finally be done
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| You know I just cant wait for it then Ill start to have fun
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| Its getting hard lately to concentrate
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| All my appointments cancelled cause Im horribly late
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| You know I think I need a prison
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| In order to dream of being free
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| But these are the things we tell ourselves
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| Eventual stories designed to amuse
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| Its a game we play and we play it well
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| In fact were so damn good that we try to lose
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| So we can keep hiding
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| So we can survive
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| And keep on believing
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| Someday well go outside &drive
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| Gonna go outside &drive…
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| Now weeks have gone by and my rooms not done
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| In fact I could say that its gotten much worse
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| Amongst the crumpled letters the moods quite perverse
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| But I got a new tv with a remote control
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| Styrofoam and instructions fill the hole
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| Where I once cleared a path where I once blazed a trail
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| To the bathroom, but I fear that a nail
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| Is buried there no so I step very rarely
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| And try not to get out of bed
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| You know tomorrow Ill get up and Ill walk out my door
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| And life will return to the way that it was
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| But I think Im getting sick Id better give it a day
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| It mustnt get a foothold, but it usually does
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| So Ill sit right here till Im old and gray
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| I need my rest after all Im wasting away
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| And I just saw a cockroach crawl out of my sneaker
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| I think hes biding his time till I get somewhat weaker
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| Things could still turn out alright
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| As long as Im not dead
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| As long as im…
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| Im… im not…
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| Im not dead, no Im not dead
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| But these are the things we tell ourselves
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| Eventual stories designed to amuse
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| Its a game we play and we play it well
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| In fact were so damn good that we try to lose
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| So we can keep hiding
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| So we can survive
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| And keep on believing
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| Someday well go outside &drive
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| Gonna go outside &drive
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| Whats it like outside |