| Bound for somewhere down the road
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| With a heavy load on this ever-racing mind
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| Too much cooking on my stove
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| I’ve stewed myself a traffic jam inside
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| And there’s a junction up ahead, i’m trying to read the signs
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| But this traffic’s made me blind
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| And i’m a scientist with far too many metaphors
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| And far too little data to conclude in time
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| And you, you are the indecision maker
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| You, you are the path unknown
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| And i, i am the great procrastinator
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| Pondering my way home
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| I’ve been busy as a beaver
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| And i’ll be damned if i don’t ease the flow
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| My big fish’ll pass me by
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| If i don’t make my mind up damn pronto
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| So i took a hike on offa’s dyke
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| With a song stuck in my head and a blister on my toe
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| I left my baggage on the bed
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| Brought my cobwebs into england, they must blow
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| And you, you are the mystery tour enlister
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| You, you are the sights untold
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| And i, i am the great procrastinator
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| Stalling in the road
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| And you, you are the problem instigator
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| You, you are the cryptic code
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| And i, i am the great procrastinator
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| Puzzling on my own
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| Oh i, i am the great procrastinator
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| Squandering chances as i roam
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| I am the great procrastinator
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| Pondering my way home |