If I ever get around to living, I'm gonna put my things away In the drawers and in the closets There I'll stay Stay
If I ever get around to living, It's gonna be just like I dreamed I'm gonna take the love I'm given And set it free Free
If I ever get around to living, I'll take the end of every day Tie it up to every morning And sail away Away
Free, free
Maybe it's all a dream I'm having at seventeen I don't have tattoos And very soon, mother will be calling me Saying, "Come upstairs, you've got some work to do"
When you gonna wise up, boy? When you gonna wise up, boy? When you gonna wise up, boy? When you gonna wise up, boy? You are hiding in your mind Working all the time Trying to make it better than you got it And you've been spending all your time searching for a sign That's never gonna look the way you want it I think you better wise up, boy I think you better wise up, boy I think you better wise up, boy I think you better wise up, boy I think you better wise up, boy
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