| Early sunday morning, coffee by my bed
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| sunlight on my pillow, music in my head
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| early morning papers are beneath the door
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| I see my name and I read on for more
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| More, more, more, more
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| As I sit there reading, garbage truck drives by
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| Garbage that I’m reading just??? |
| in my eyes
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| Early morning papers sipping from my hands? |
| and??? |
| that I don’t understand
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| Don’t play the critic
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| Try to forget it
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| Listen to the music
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| Oh, don’t play the critic
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| As you sit there writing what goes through your head
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| So bitter and so biting wishing I was dead
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| Early sunday morning sipping to your bed
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| Words can’t??? |
| you, no words can’t??? |
| you
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| Don’t play the critic
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| Try to forget it
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| Listen to the music
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| Oh, don’t play the critic |