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Sun starts low, clouded And I stumble up Barely moving in a chair 'Till I got to go I can't quit I'm stuck to this working around Many a moth said Do you smell something burning? Joke of a staff chalking a line Half a bubble off My bootstraps are busted I'm working around Give me just a couple of weeks to get sick of it Is there some other way? Making my marks and cuts on a walking stick Is there some other way? Coming off painting a wall on a holiday Catching up on the phone Can I catch something to pick me up Working around Day creeps up And then a pounce and it's over Thinking of the time Letras de cancionesThat I took about six months off All I really wanted was working around Give me just a couple of weeks to get sick of it Is there some other way? Making my marks and cuts on a walking stick Is there some other way? Coming off painting a wall on a holiday Catching up on the phone Can I catch something to pick me up Working around From Letras Mania