Just living on a sunday morning,
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I
Just thought I'd think about all the things to get and keep getting,
Never enough not enough and never ending.
I just thought I'd think about.
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky above
could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the here and now.
Parody of yourself in color,
Giving it to everybody but your mother.
You've got much to think about, soaring higher with every treason.
Never justify, never reason.
You've got much to think about.
And it just might be...
[The fast part again.]
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