| The days
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| The weeks
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| And the years
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| Rolled on by
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| All the unending pavement
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| And beauty in the architecture
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| There was angels in the ornaments
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| In underneath you
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| And they’re humming away
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| Hummin' away
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| 'Til I get what I need
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| Hey now
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| I dunno what to feel
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| I dunno how to feel right
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| But I want to become my own man, I guess
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| Hey now
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| I dunno if I’ll ever feel right
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| And let everything change
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| To things that can make a man grow tall
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| There’s a painting of you
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| And it hangs in our kitchen now
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| So when my kid’s getting high
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| In a hot wired symphony
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| And I’m looking for sage advice
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| You’ll be humming away
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| Humming away
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| Like everything’s fine
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| Hey now
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| I dunno what to feel
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| I dunno how to feel right
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| But I want to become my own man, I guess
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| Hey now
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| I dunno if I’ll ever feel right
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| And let everything change
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| To things that can make a man grow tall
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| Just take a simple step at a simple pace
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| And maybe the outward momentum
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| Maybe un-fuck you in time
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| So comb your hair
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| And clean your teeth
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| And dial back home
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| At least once or twice every week
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| And make sure that you see them more
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| Than I do with mine
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| But if they’re out of the way
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| Out of the way
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| Then everything’s fine
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| Hey now
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| I dunno what to feel
|
| I dunno how to feel right
|
| But I want to become my own man, I guess
|
| Hey now
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| I dunno if I’ll ever feel right
|
| And let everything change
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| To things that can make a man grow tall
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| Out of the way
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| Out of the way
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| And everything
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| Hummin' away
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| Hummin' away at everything |