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Lyrics |
A cluttered room A pail full of trash Sometimes it seems that life is just an endless task We’re all out of milk We’ve got to paint the door I guess we’ll have to make another trip to the store
Time Where is the time To smell the roses as we try to stay alive
Don’t worry now Though things look bleak Somehow we’ll always find a way to make ends meet We’ll trim a little here Cut a corner there
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