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falling up |
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I'm
gonna lower my standards and raise my price |
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I'm
gonna take your lunch and your bad advice |
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Until
my worse idea gets the big reward |
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Until
I get out of this raggedy Ford |
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And
into a shiny new two seater |
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Dress
my girlfriend up like a cheetah |
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I'm
gonna sign my checks: Yours sincerely |
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For
all the money that you hold dearly |
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When
my ego swells and my output dwindles |
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You
can tell the world that youve been swindled |
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By
the man who would have been so bitter |
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Had
he never reconsidered |
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Falling
up |
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To
the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile |
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Falling
up |
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To
the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek |
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I
cant sit down cause I'm falling up |
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Well
I used to think that I had some duty |
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Now
I only want the booty |
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And
unless youve recently been anointed |
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Then
dont tell me youre disappointed |
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In
the man who would have been so bitter |
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Had
he never reconsidered |
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Now
I pay no mind to innovation |
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Just
over and over with the same sensation |
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Till
I'm a short short subject on a long tape loop |
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That
comes and goes like the hula hoop |
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In
one ear and out the other |
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Nothing
there to stop it, brother |
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Falling
up |
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