He wakes up in the morning  

Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling  

Never changes a thing  

The week ends the week begins  

She thinks, we look at each other  

Wondering what the other is thinking  

But we never say a thing  

These crimes between us grow deeper

Goes to visit his mommy  

She feeds him well his concerns  

He forgets them  

And remembers being small  

Playing under the table and dreaming

Take these chances  

Place them in a box until a quieter time  

Lights down, you up and die

Driving in on this highway  

All these cars and upon the sidewalk  

People in every direction  

No words exchanged  

No time to exchange

And all the little ants are marching  

Red and black antennas waving  

They all do it the same  

They all do it the same way

Candyman tempting the thoughts of a  

Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss  

Program cutting the corners  

Loose end, loose end, cut, cut  

On the fence, could not to offend  

Cut, cut, cut, cut

Take these chances  

Place them in a box until a quieter time  

Lights down, you up and die 

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