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YesterdayThe sky looked sweet |
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When we dropped |
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A big bomb at our feet |
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And sometime soon |
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We all might zoom |
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To space and continue |
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With another zoo |
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Work and pace |
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For paper face |
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Spend it wisely |
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And keep it safe |
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Because the human race |
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Is a non-stop race |
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With too many trials |
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But no real case |
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Something about this second |
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Something about this hour |
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Take away the money |
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Then the time becomes the power |
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A moment just to swim |
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And to shower and to sing |
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And to brighten and to dim |
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And to sleep and to wanderin |
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NothingOh sweet nothing |
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Today we're doing nothing at all |
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YesterdayI climbed a hill |
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Then cycle down speedy |
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On a great big wheel |
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Feeling ill |
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Laboured still |
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Grinding and stressing |
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In that giant mill |
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Drove a car |
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Stop and start |
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Round and round in circles |
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Never got to far |
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Running bearrfoot |
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On the hot hot tar' |
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Cause if you stop |
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Then you burn |
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Then your feet get scars |
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Somthing about this instance |
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Something about this minute |
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Striving for the future |
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But don't realise that we're in it |
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A moment just to float |
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To ponder and to dote |
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To dry and to soak |
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And to take a little token of that |
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NothingOh sweet nothing |
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Today we're doing nothing at all |