Lyrics
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Excuse me, oh pardon me, I'm
Still sticky on the inside
There comes a time when all I do
Is sit around in contemplation
And curse my situation
I'm just too bored for normal news
Be careful of what you wish for
Impossible to just ignore
One last time is all I need
To get my life and stocks in order
They're on the rise this quarter
Beware of certain friends
Who sell you out when everything is free
I know what I am to all of you
And I've got all these other things to do
To do
Open up, I know enough I'm overused
Everyone I've ever loved is easily amused
Go ahead and tell the dead it's only youth
But I am much too old
