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Paroles de Of Up and Coming Monarchs
One, two, three, one ready go...
You’re up with the sunrise
And down when the work’s been done
With excellence industry
Diligence naturally
I would like to be you
Just for a few habit-forming years
Laziness cuts me like fine cutlery
I need a miracle someone to help me myself
Sweet Jesus I need you
Forgive me this sin
Not hookers or heroin gambling or gin
It sounds so ridiculous but I just can't lick this | |