It's Sunday morning
I left the kettle on too long
It's boiling over
I spaced out trying to write this song
You say I'm tragic
I say I don't know how to lie
You've got the magic
I'm sorry if I kill your vibe
You're always laughing
And telling me to get my shit together
The weather's always bad in here
Happy days are over
But you still find a way to keep on smiling
It's the greatest show
So tell me, what's your secret?
It's like you know something I don't
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