| Morning’s come, you watch the red sun rise
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| The LED still flickers in your eyes
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| Oh, you ought to spare your face the razor
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| Because no one’s gonna spare their time for you
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| No one’s gonna watch you as you go
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| From a house you didn’t build and can’t control
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| Oh, you ought to spare your face the razor
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| Because no one’s gonna spare their time for you
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| You ought to spare the world your labor
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| It’s been twenty years and no one’s told the truth
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| So listen, oh
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| So listen, oh
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| Don’t wait
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| Don’t wait
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| So listen, oh
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| So listen, oh
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| Don’t wait
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| Don’t wait
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| So keep that list of who to thank in mind
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| And don’t forget the rich ones who were kind
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| Oh, you ought to spare your face the razor
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| Because no one’s gonna spare their time for you
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| Why don’t you spare their world a traitor?
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| Take your wager back and leave before you lose
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| So listen, oh
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| So listen, oh
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| Don’t wait
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| Don’t wait
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| So while the sun’s coming out
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| Cover ground, cover ground
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| And if you find some love for these clowns
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| Turn around, turn around
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| I’ll be half-asleep on the floor of a high school gym
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| Thinking of you and wondering if anyone else could begin
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| To listen
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| Listen
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| Don’t wait
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| Don’t wait
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| So listen, oh
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| So listen, oh
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| Don’t wait
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| Don’t wait |