| The tiniest of things seem to set me off
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| A hornet nest of things I think all may be lost
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| Step back It’s time to take the garbage out
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| Step back A day to take stock
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| Step back Wind all of my watches up
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| Step back
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| I’m suffocating the air’s too thin to talk
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| I’m separating the halves are gonna fall
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| If I don’t step back
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| An exit sign’s approaching
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| Step back Gonna have to now decide
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| Step back Was there an error in my judgment
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| Step back
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| I wanna go home, before I burst in flames
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| But if I go home, will everything stay the same
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| There’s no place like home
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| There’s no place like home
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| There’s no, no place like home
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| Step back It’s time to take the dishes out
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| Step back And raise the ticket prices high
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| Step back Make the work shop into playpens
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| And get my fingers in the pie
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| Step back Nine pound and six pence
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| Step back Arouse suspicion where I can
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| Step back For all this cleaning of house
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| I think I am a better man
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| Step back It’s time to take the garbage out
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| Step back Another day to take stock
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| Step back And wind all of my watches up
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| Step back La da… |