| I spent all this time on something
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| Without breaking from lunch for knowing why the reason that our vision’s drawn
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| upright
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| It’s not perfectly written with care and vesision
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| It won’t take off flight
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| Oh, a vision complete with nothing in the distance
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| I’ve had my share
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| Never one that could anyone unlatch
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| Open and bare to see what I’ve seen
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| And what it says of me
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| Then I might be an ass, then I’m selfish getting back and deserve it
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| (?) other day over dinner and the things I was searching
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| And then once I’ll be coming 'round
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| But I’m never around on time to preserve it
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| So lonely she felt to me, especially I
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| I’m a lucky man with the picture one beside me
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| To lay a mirror is such a pretty resolve to make it witty
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| Never know what I might say
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| I’m not in the right to please my family
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| The woman would hold me still
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| It’s witty when you say;
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| I’m not in the right to feed my family
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| She might have a point (?) and I know this
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| She’s a slave to the day and the dinner that she layed was ambiguous
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| But the rose, to be clear, wasn’t witty either, dear
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| And I’ll be bold enough to say;
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| 'You're not cooking to please your family'
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| And I might be an ass, but I’m an ass enough to act like a wise one
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| And I might like a (?) but I’m (?) the finish up the trifold
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| But my words to be fair are precise and tho I care
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| You never know what I might say
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| I’m not in the right to please my family
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| No, no
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| I’m not in the right to please my family
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| Oh, wow
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| I’m not in the right to please my family
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| No, no, no
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| I’m not in the right to please my family |