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Sometimes I feel like a cat stuck up in a tree Got a whole crowd of people looking up at me Wondering how to get me down Oh I could come down Be a part of the crowd, the scene, the clown The ghost that can't get off the merry-go-round Or I could sit right here Counting the minutes Counting the hours Counting the minutes Counting the hours Sometimes I feel like a rat running in a wheel Running and running and running But man, what's the deal I'm not getting anywhere It's not fair that my brain is the size of a pea And I've got 1 foot in the gutter And another in a trash heap And roll-on in my hair Counting the minutes Counting the miles Counting the minutes Counting the miles Letras de canciones Sometimes I feel like a toad in the middle of the road There's a truck coming at me and there's two ways to go But there's no time to decide I don't mind being small in a world that's tall And mean and lean and built by machines It ain't easy being green Counting the minutes Flipping the coin Counting the minutes Flipping the coin Counting the minutes Flipping the coin Counting the minutes Flipping the coin From Letras Mania