There's not enough hours in the day
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To say all that I want to say
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There's not enough days in the week
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And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor
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There's not enough weeks in the month
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To do all that needs to be done
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There's not enough months in the year
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And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer
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There's not enough lines on the stave
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To capture the music I crave
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There's not enough strings to my bow
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And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen
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There's not enough notes in this scale
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It feels like I'm chasing my tail
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There's not enough beats in the bar
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And bars get too busy with folks asking "is he…?"
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| The Divine Comedy |
