The Hidden Song at the End of the Record

I'm walkin' up to the door, but I don't think you've been home yet

There was a record set

And as the needle hits the groove

How you'll never call in sick again, so get up!

'Cause you and I were always sick in the mornings

Pulling at curtains, exactly what

I taught you to smile for

All

In

Time

(Commence!)

Say yr gettin' better, taking cheap shots at the weather

See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral

So, put up with what you've got

'Cause you and I were always so sick in the mornings

Pulling at curtains, exactly what

I taught you to smile for

All

In

Time

(Commence!)

And I'll talk to him

Say yr getting better, how yr holding shit together

See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral

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All in time, ugh!