You didn't say what you meant
How should I have known it?
If not for ground underfoot
I might have laid my back in it
I might have laid my back in it
For long I lay asunder
And the notices of the board
Under which you suffer
When I escape Tuesday
There will not be an email
There will not be a phone call
When distracted by the Orwell
Then I'll be gone
And all will be well
Yeah, all is gonna be well
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