| My weekdays
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| So busy its my schedule
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| Well giving in my apartments just as full
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| Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls
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| And now that’s rigid than the days lined on my calendar
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| As subways trains they roll
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| me home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleep
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| I like it thou
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| My weekends
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| I travel as I visit friends
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| Sometimes I go out sometimes I stay in
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| Its too late to change my self
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| Its only in the humor
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| In a story I recall
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| I mimic with my arms as I
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| Exaggerate a joke
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| Oh where I go
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| Its only in this drama
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| In a story I recall
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| I mimic with my arms as I
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| Exaggerate the plot
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| I go to
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| Unhook the vcr
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| Cable and
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| The bath of massive tangled grey &black
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| And turn across to somewhere in the back
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| I’m leaning over down behind the TV stand a radiated pause
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| A hissing line and stranded as
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| Spits among the dust
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| I give up |