See him digging; see him weeding
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Every single day of the year
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Coffee at eleven; four thirty; tea
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His security is built on routine
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But inside his mind, there's a lot
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Going on
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Planning the world but it just don't
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Do no good
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I say; "What's the use?"
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Population; starvation; his mind keeps
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Working hard
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Ending wars, changing laws and all
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Of them locked away
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I say; "What's the use?"
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Population; starvation; his mind keeps
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Working hard
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Ending wars, changing laws and all
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Of them locked away
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In cessation, repetition funeral for
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An age of decay
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Meditation; deep frustration
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Caused our hairy friend to die
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Here lies a man
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Who failed to escape
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Filled his small head with the worries
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That plague the world
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I say; "What's the use?"
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Hair On The Arms And Legs
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| Genesis |
