| Poor ole surrender Mimosa
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| Finally burnt out by the sun
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| I feel pretty burnt out myself
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| When the long, hot summer is done
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| Summertime’s long been my favorite
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| Now I can’t grab it no more
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| Can’t find no time for a fish on the line
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| Or that swing in the old Sycamore
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| I’m in such a hurry now
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| It starts to worry me
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| Stop and smell the roses?
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| Baby, I can’t hardly see
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| No, I ain’t forgotten just how good it all can be
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| But I’ve got so much responsibility
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| Got so much responsibility
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| Baby, you know how I’m working
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| Sorry I’m busy so much
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| Sorry those days when the world went our way
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| Are so hard to return to and to touch
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| Maybe our future looks brighter
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| Maybe our ship will come in
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| Maybe these years and these mule train careers
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| Will be things we won’t think about then
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| But I’m in such a hurry now
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| It start to worry me
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| Stop and smell the roses?
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| Baby I can’t hardly see
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| No, I ain’t forgotten just how good it all can be
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| But I’ve got so much responsibility
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| Got so much responsibility
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| Competition’s heavy on a hard line wrecking crew
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| The good ones never leave
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| And still there’s always someone new
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| Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team
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| We don’t get time to pace ourselves
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| We don’t stand around and dream
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| Poor ole surrender Mimosa
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| Finally burnt out by the heat
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| I feel pretty burnt out myself
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| When I make that ole turn down our street
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| Summertime’s long been my favorite
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| Now it’s ole autumn I love
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| Summertime fun on some beach in the sun
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| Is not something I’m seeing much of
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| I’m in such a hurry now
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| It starts to worry me
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| Stop and smell the roses?
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| Baby, I can’t hardly see
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| No, I ain’t forgotten just how good it all can be
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| But I’ve got so much responsibility
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| Got so much responsibility
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| Got so much responsibility
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| Yeah |