Phuck It

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When all the world comes fallin down
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Around my weary head

And all my fantasies and dreams
      A
Lie dyin or lay dead
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When my horoscope says sorry Rob
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Your out of luck today
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I dont mess around a bit
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Here is what I say

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Fuck it
              D
It dont worry me
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Fuck it
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Lets watch some more TV
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Or maybe get a pizza or some
G
chicken in a bucket
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When the man says sorry sir were all
 out of original would you like 
extra crispy
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I hang up the phone...
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Fuck it
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I dreamt me and Ghandi
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Were at the omni in van neys
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We order up two chocolate malts
          A
Some burgers and some fries
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And when the man came to the door
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with an empty tray
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Ghandi got down on his knees
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And this is what I thought I heard
     D
 him say

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I brought along some sweet corn just
 in case
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Sit down help me shuck it
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Room service is such a waste
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Phuck it.