Everything's done, there are no more ideas, to be had, no everything's done.
He said what she said, and they said it all, there's no more, cause everything's done.
Woke up this morning and I felt like a change, nothing I'm doing seems right.
But sometimes things work because they seem deranged to everyone elses' delight
Brewing my coffee, and watching the news, nothing seems joyful I guess.
But it's such a drag to be woeful and so, I guess that's why I'm not depressed.
Everything's done, there are no more ideas, to be had, no everything's done.
He said what she said, and they said it all, there's no more, cause everything's done.
Put on my shoes, and I walked down the road. Saw a big billboard ahead.
A guy in a suit with a slogan to boot, but I know that that notion's quite dead.
What you might think, and what you might say, aren't just exclusive to you.
And you're doing well if you get one a day, at the fine age of old twenty two.
Everything's done, there are no more ideas, to be had, no everything's done.
He said what she said, and they said it all, there's no more, cause everything's done.
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