| She came over, but I was spent
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| No money involved 'cause it came and went
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| I’m so tired, she thinks that’s bent
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| It fills up my pockets and it pays my rent
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| I won’t hold my breath for that time to come
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| I exhale an exasperating sum
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| She said «You're washed up», I’m not close to being done
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| There’s plenty of room in the shadows, but not in the sun
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| No place in the sun, my sun
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| I’m not even close to being done
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| That guy there, he’s a big boy’s hobnob
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| He’s got no integrity, he’s a lazy slob
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| Compared to me he’s quite famous, but I’ve got a job
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| Loose lips take sips from the goblety gob
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| There’s no time for me, but you just wait and see
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| If I’m counting on me, I’ll need to calculate
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| Now she’s tired of standing there, hey that’s takes the cake
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| 'cause the sun comes over, and she’s always in the way |