| Glorious the noon light grew
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| As it kills all your slumbering
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| It gives you time to peruse
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| All the things that you’re wondering
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| But you’ll still confuse
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| The roads with the avenues
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| You might think it’s come undone
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| You might think it’s too late but oh no it’s not
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| While the cats sleep in the kick drum
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| You take your time to skip around the plot
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| Bit late to the game
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| In each and every single way
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| Opted for the round and round
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| And now you’re slowing down
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| But he’s got some good advice
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| For all us kids
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| Don’t you work too hard
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| And kick 'em in the shins
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| You might wonder where you are
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| Got the TV and the records and the radio on
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| I got a duct tape maraca
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| In my basement noise factory generator
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| If it was up to you
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| All the roads would be avenues
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| Opted for the round and round and round
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| And now you’re slowing down
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| But he’s got some good advice
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| For all us kids
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| Don’t you work too hard
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| And kick 'em in the shins
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| He’s got some good advice
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| Hey man let him in
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| Don’t you work too hard
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| And kick 'em in the shins |