| Everything I’ve got has certain places to go.
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| A shelf for this and a drawer for that thing.
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| A special something for that special someone,
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| A little room where people leave me alone.
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| Now I’m putting items into their spots.
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| I can fit this lid directly on this box,
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| I will count to ten in alphabetical order.
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| I would buy a uniform if I could afford it.
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| Shut me up with my own screaming,
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| Show me how to be forgiven.
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| I’m sure that there’s something missing,
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| But I’d better tend to my own business.
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| Carefully I twist the proper lid on this jar,
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| Reconnection pieces that have fallen apart.
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| Spacing equal inches when I’m setting the table,
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| Removing accumulated lint from my navel.
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| Today I will spend my time renaming the parts
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| Of all the mechanisms listed here on this chart.
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| I’ve got twenty seconds to absorb all the feelings
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| Of a complicated subject that I’m not finished dealing with.
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| I don’t know what I’m talking about,
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| It seems like it’s very important.
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| I’m having trouble expressing this concept,
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| There’s something here and I can’t ignore it.
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| I know there’s something wrong with me |