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You yelled heyWhen your car wouldn’t startGot real
nervous, started to eat your heart outYou’re so fat, your
shoes don’t fit on your feetYou got troubleAnd it’s
tailor made, mama lay down your head in the shadeCoz your
eyes are tired and your feet are tooAnd you wish the world
was as tired as youWell I write a letter and I nd it
todayAnd put all the trouble in it you had today, had
todayYou yelled heyWhen your stove blew upUpset, why yesThe footprints on your ceiling are almost
goneAnd you’re wondering whyMama lay your head down
don’t youYour eyes are tired and your feet are tooAnd you wish the world was as tired as youWell I write a
letter and I send it awayAnd I put in it all the trouble
you had today, had todayAll the trouble in itWell your telephone rang and you weren’t homeYou forgot
about this and you forgot about thatGot to get to what
you’re doingGoodbye click that so and soYou’re an
islander on your own, on your own