| Three hundred and sixty five days in a daze
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| Spent up in a screen of purple haziness
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| My affair with this lady named laziness
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| Laissez-faire mon frère, au revoir les enfants
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| And… on and on it goes like a marathon
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| On and on it goes till the break of dawn of a new era
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| Who better to usher in the age of extras, et cetera, et cetera?
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| The one and only almighty and holy
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| Omnipresent and potent to show thee
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| The jubilee of free will at work for food for thought
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| Who would have could have should have said and done this and that
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| After the fact and fiction blended like a broken dictionary
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| Are we supposed to carry on all alone
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| By any means necessary, act tough when it’s scary?
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| Fair enough, the moon has a dark side
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| The sun shines like there’s not another day to waste in haste
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| A hot sec since the last time it got kinda cold to the bone
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| O Mi Deo Gloria, when the mind expands the body finds a temple
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| Inner area in which to flip the scripture
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| Dip the pen and picture in my heart, a scene apart
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| It’s a perfect circle
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| It’s a perfect circle
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| Three hundred and sixty degrees in a breeze
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| Sitting on top of the world it sure feels
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| Like a million souls are trying to eat
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| Off a plate worth a buck and nobody gives a nut yeah
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| Round and round it goes like a Merry-go and
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| Round and round it goes like a Ferris wheel and
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| Everybody knows that this earth is round but
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| Most of us still live like the world is flat
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| Clap, clap your hands to this beat
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| Celebrate word, life, and friends soon to be
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| All city, all state, then come across home plate
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| Talk about life mission on the journey to make
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| Hate and love, shove and hug, mate and fun, fate and luck
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| Break and bake the bread and cheese and let the day pass by
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| Fade into the past like an old calendar page
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| Chilling like barrels, taste finer with age
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| All the blessings on this planet disappear when taken for granted
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| You see the writing on the granite, understand it?
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| Follow though the steps till we meet before we’re obsolete
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| Even it it’s oblique to me, it’s a perfect circle
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| It’s a perfect circle
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| It’s a perfect circle |