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von Tory Silver

I′m a little tired
From Sunday's crowd
Stacked up some boxes and I′m
Bringing 'em out now
Will you get out of my way?
I've got a fifty pound tray

Oh, did you not notice
When I came up behind ya?
When I sat up beside ya
Did you not feel me?

And I bend like this
And I feel like this
And I hold like this
And I see like this
And I bend like this
And I feel like this
And I hold like this
And I see like this


I don′t like my mail
I don′t like receiving my mail
It has bills in it
I don't have any money
So what am I gonna do with my mail?
Well, I push it off
I don′t open it
And I forget about it
Oh, I forget

And I bend like this
And I feel like this
And I hold like this
And I see like this
And I bend like this
And I feel like this
And I hold like this
And I see like this

Sometimes I feel like falling
Sometimes I feel like falling
Sometimes I feel like falling
Sometimes I feel like
Everything's on fire
Maybe I′m on fire
Maybe I'm on fire
Maybe I′m on fire
Maybe I'm on fire
Maybe I'm on fire