'Cause your eyes are tired,
and your feat are too
And you wish the world was
as tired as you, whoa
Well I'll write a letter,
and I'll send it away
And put all the trouble in
int you had today
Oh your telephone ring and
you went "oh ho"
You forgot about this, and
you forgot about that
'Cause you got to get back
to what you doing
Goodbye, click that, so and
so
You're an island and on your
own
You yelled hey when the stove
blew up
Upset? why yes
And the footprints on your
ceiling, they're almost gone
And you're wondering why?
Well mama lay your head down,
don't you cry
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