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it'll take a while before it gets into my blood

  I'll bide my time until it's written in stone

 run with the devil like y'know that y'should

   and I'll find a way out o' here on my own

                            \/\/

  describe one's colors to the willingly blind

   reluctantly shines my one n' only star

so many lovers with whom to invest my time

  and nobody ever wants to work that hard


      nobody ever really wants to work 

         nobody ever really wants to work 

      nobody ever wants to work that hard

    You want to shut down before making a start

          nobody ever wants to work that hard

                              \/\/

    after crying salty tears I blow my nose

 I've been kicking up the leaves in Paisley Park

they arrested me with their dos and their don'ts

  this time, "looking for relief long after dark"


          nobody ever really wants to work 

         nobody ever really wants to work

      nobody ever wants to work that hard

         there's a carpet of leaves out in the yard

          nobody ever wants to work that hard

                              \/\/

          nobody ever wants to work that hard


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This is a funny song. Written to relieve stress. Musically it's far from finished, I'm eager to get to work on the finishing touches. Soon I'll have time to knuckle down to it. Ok, music is finished, it's a blast! I'm feeling like the bestest songwriter in town!
After the first rendition someone looked through my eyes and into my skull and slowly said: "some of us do."  For cryin' out loud!
I don't know if it's lyrically finished. Enjoy. It's finished.

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