The sun is shining on full blast, it’s garbage day,
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Airing my tires and all my cares are far away,
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You’re looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sorta frisky,
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Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of whisky.
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Tattooed teardrops, confetti,
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I’ve learned to trust my animal instincts, when farmer’s fields turn to dust,
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This is the day we’ve been waiting for, for all our lives,
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So let’s write letters to our parents, and call the wives.
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Raise the flag,
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So we can drive and raise our voices, celebrate our differences, and build a bridge of greater choices,
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This baby’s crying and it makes it hard to go to sleep,
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Some days are ‘throw-aways’, and others, you’re supposta keep.
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Time waits for none of us,
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Even though my watch is slow, and nothings for certain, but I’m searching for Saskwatch,
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And you know what? The unknown is all part of the plan,
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For a run-away soul and a hard-lovin’ man.
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Protest, I’ve had it up to here, see ya, get lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
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Protest, we’re not gonna take it, we’ve been through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
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Protest, I’ve had it up to here, see ya, get lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
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Protest, we’re not gonna take it, we’ve been through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
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New beginning,
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I’ve washed my hands and made my bed, maybe I’ll turn on the television, or shave my head,
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I’m getting kinda bored with the same old cheese and crackers,
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My plan’s all inside-out, my razor’s backwards.
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Some new air in my lungs,
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Is what the doctor ordered, being exposed makes me feel kinda awkward, sorta,
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Give me a shot in the arm first, the clock’s ticking,
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I’m watching the water boil, I like to let the plot thicken.
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I’m ear to ear with good intensions and vibrations,
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I’m on fire, sometimes I conspire with bon squires,
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Sometimes we go alone, over hills and through the sewers,
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Trying to keep the ledger sharp and learn a few new maneuvers.
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The whole world is drying up,
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And everybody’s eyes are red, it’s hard to see or even guess what lies ahead,
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But you know what? The unknown is all part of the plan,
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For a run-away soul and a hard-lovin’ man.
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Protest, I’ve had it up to here, see ya, get lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
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Protest, we’re not gonna take it, we’ve been through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
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Protest, I’ve had it up to here, see ya, get lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
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Protest, we’re not gonna take it, we’ve been through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
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Protest!
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Protest
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