| In tomorrow I see no promise
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| And yesterday was like today
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| Woke up, got up, near eleven o’clock
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| Butt naked except I was wearing my socks
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| And that’s cool, cause most the time this floor is cold
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| Stand up and stretch look around this mess
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| My place has been a cave since she left me
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| Make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
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| Then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
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| And wash the previous evening off me
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| Now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
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| Well, what do we have here?
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| It appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
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| Ain’t nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation
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| Fresh, dressed like fifty cents
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| Clean and awake now I’m ready to commence
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| Spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
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| And that’s pretty much the pattern of how the day begins
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| And I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
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| Then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
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| Put my headphones on for this world I ignore
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| Trek down the street towards the record store
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| «hey, bro — how you doing, anything new today?»
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| «nah man, how you been? |
| it’s the same old same again»
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| Well, then I’ll be gone, friend, I’ll see you around
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| And I’m out, destination uptown
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| In the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
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| And if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
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| Sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
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| If not, yo, it’s cool I ain’t gonna take it personally
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| From Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
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| I love all women, but most of them just can’t stand me
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| I don’t know, maybe it’s my hair or clothes
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| «…or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in your nose…»
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| Either way it’s okay, I wasn’t tryin' to get laid
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| I just wanted to say «I hope you have a great day»
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| And then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
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| «here, take my number, call me up, I’ll come over and make you lunch»
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| I got up and headed down towards the book store
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| To check the titles, that my man Michael’s got me lookin' for
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| My visit was short, cause I just couldn’t feel
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| That cat behind the counter actin' like I’m here to steal
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| So I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
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| Pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
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| And I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
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| Are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
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| A sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips
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| We teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
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| And I’m wondering how’d we find this position
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| But people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women
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| Onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies (?) for a refill and some
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| Sociological studies
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| See the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
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| All the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders
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| And that’s when I saw her, sippin' a water
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| I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
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| Excuse me miss, I don’t mean to come across strong
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| But I’ve been waitin' a while and you’ve been taking too long
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| And she smiled and I began to blush
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| She asked if I’d like to go to the bathroom and make some love
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| And I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
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| And that’s the very moment I woke up from the dream
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| Woke up, got up, near eleven o’clock
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| Butt naked except I was wearing my socks
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| And that’s cool, cause most the time this floor is cold
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| Stand up and stretch and look for my soul
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| In tomorrow I see no promise
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| And yesterday was like today
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| In tomorrow I see no promise
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| And yesterday was like today
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| In tomorrow I see no promise
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| And yesterday was like today
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| In tomorrow I see no promise
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| And yesterday was like today |