| ms. |
| warning and mr caution
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| quarreling in their morning cottage
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| about books they bid on at there local auctions
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| whether or not the other knows what the plot is
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| the alarm goes off at six w/ the covers they use
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| mr.'s unemployed and the other’s recluse
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| waiting for the asteroid he says ''what's the use"
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| aware of the repairs he’s supposed to do
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| scared to tell the wife that he has no clue
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| about screwdrivers or wrenches
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| or how to build benches or fences
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| he clenches fists in frustration
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| hes losing his patience
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| at the long lengths it takes him
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| to build or rail
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| or hammer in a nail
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| his tailor
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| suited him for failure
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| tired of her premonitions of danger
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| he measures and plans and tinkers in anger
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| rushing in her room to show his invention
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| tripping through the door with proud intentions
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| falling to the floor it sparks and smashes
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| suddenly they stand facing smoldering ashes
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| ms. |
| warning and mr. |
| caution
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| together by their burning cottage
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| with al of the neighbors watching
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| they see that they’ve been holding each other hostage
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| Doesn’t matter who’s the fault is
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| Things will change regardless
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| ms. |
| warning and mr. |
| caution
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| together by their burning cottage |