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lately i need a better plan
i want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands
’cause i have been a cerebral spouse
now my legs want to go into the emerald house

and i want to look out
i don’t want to bail out
and i want to help out
i don’t want to nod out

i don’t want to knock you down

but why am i still looking for a golden age?
you tell me that i ought to have a golden wage
every time i look up at that blurry sun
all i think about are bodies floating up
everybody ought to get that special glance
why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
it makes me wonder how i even wrote this song
does this not occur to almost everyone?

it makes a monkey wretch
it makes a monkey rich

lately i want to be in my heart
but where exactly is my heart and where does it start?
i don’t want that tylenol
can i sing and make change without crushing clams?
i can help the little things but i have big plans
i don’t want that tylenol

it makes a monkey wretch
it makes a monkey rich

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