| He wakes up in the morning
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| Does his teeth bite to eat and he’s rolling
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| Never changes a thing
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| The week ends the week begins
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| She thinks, we look at each other
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| Wondering what the other is thinking
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| But we never say a thing
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| These crimes between us grow deeper
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| Goes to visit his mommy
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| She feeds him well his concerns
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| He forgets them
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| And remembers being small
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| Playing under the table and dreaming
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| Take these chances
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| Place them in a box until a quieter time
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| Lights down, you up and die
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| Driving in on this highway
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| All these cars and upon the sidewalk
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| People in every direction
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| No words exchanged
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| No time to exchange
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| When all the little ants are marching
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| Red and black antennae waving
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| They all do it the same
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| They all do it the same way
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| Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
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| Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
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| Program cutting the corners
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| Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
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| On the fence, could not to offend
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| Cut, cut, cut, cut
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| Take these chances
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| Place them in a box until a quieter time
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| Lights down, you up and die |