| Yeah man, play that New York drum, Homer
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| Show 'em how we do it
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| Downtown
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| Just another way to prove
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| I love you, when it’s hard today
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| I’ll lay back in my chair and find a way
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| And when you say that thing that you say
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| That makes me mad, I’ll turn away
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| I’ll turn away
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| I’ll turn away
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| And think of different ways to keep my spirits up
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| And choreograph hours with playful, joyish thoughts
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| We both know I could learn a thing or two
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| About relaxing, hey I love you
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| And after all it’s just another day
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| Oh, I could use some two or three
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| Or other kind of ways to be
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| But today I won’t be so hard on me
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| I’ll walk alone down a different street
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| And smile at all the new strange I meet
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| And pick up unique style, I’ll kick around today
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| And create simple thoughts
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| I’ll laugh in humble ways
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| We both know
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| I could learn a thing or two
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| About behavin'
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| But I love you
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| And after all it’s just another day
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| Come on, Mark!
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| Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Newman
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| We both know
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| I could learn a thing or two
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| About behavin'
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| But I love you
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| And after all, it’s just another day
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| Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
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| Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
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| Oooooh oooo, oooooh oooo
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| And after all
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| It’s just another day |