| I have this project that never gets off the ground
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| It’s rather brilliant, so you might wanna stick around
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| 'Cause when I launch it from sea to shining sea
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| It’s gonna make their eyeballs bleed
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| Procrastination has been my middle name
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| Some say it suits me, keeps me out the game
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| But I may be rising from my featherbed
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| Got to get them demons bled
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| Need a tool or two to complete my master plan
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| And a little stack of money, honey, collections in the can
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| And you, holding my hand, baby, hold my hand
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| Patch this little rowboat, don’t wanna spring a leak
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| From the hot mouth of this estuary, out this tiny creek
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| 'Cause when we launch it from sea to shining sea
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| There’ll be no words that they can speak
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| And we’ll be singing, laughing, laughing to ourselves
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| We knew we had it in us, every time the basin swells
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| They’ll look so puzzled like wuzzles in the zoo
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| Just a matter of time before we blew, who knew (we did)
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| Just need a tune or two to complete my master plan
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| And a little jar of honey from the green room of the band
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| They’ll look so puzzled like wuzzles in the zoo
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| Just a matter of time before we blew
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| Just a matter of time before we blew
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| Just a matter of time before we’re through
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| Just a matter
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| Just a matter
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| Just a matter of time |