| When all the limbs are numb and clean
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| And you’re in transit, dream to dream
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| I’ll drift there to meet you, lazybones
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| When all the world has lain and sank
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| And money sleeps inside the banks
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| Well I’ll be there to meet you, layzbones
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| Lazybones
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| Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances
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| Drunkenness is a hand-held
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| Scrambling down Delancey
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| I come stumbling;
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| Well I hear you had to take a shine
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| And firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon mine
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| Cool you, Miss Amaze, with a handful of water
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| Trucks encircling, bearing down, coming louder
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| If I could stay here, under your idle caress
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| And not exit to the world and phoniness and people
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| Lazybones
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| Lazybones
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| When all the noise has left your head
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| Will someday you rise off the bed?
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| I’ll be there to lift you, lazybones
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| Lazybones
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| Lazybones
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| Finally I don’t mind
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| Not as smart as you require
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| Not as smart as you require
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| Not as smart as you require |