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When the morning comes,
it comes around too fast The evening slips by Why can't it just last a little longer? Why's it have to pass so quick that I feel like I've never left my job, which I can't stand? And today I must demand that forthwith in this fair land is a change of plan When my son was born, I told myself that I would not repeat my parents' awful crimes Hey mum, hey Dad, Don't worry, because I see now that Larkin's parents messed his mind My daughter's school can't stand that my wife and I demand that forthwith in this unfair land there's a change of plan Organ solo When all's said and done, the schools have one job, this: to break you in for all your life to work and not complain As parents we must not accept that this will stay the same |
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