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Ain't it just like me, leavin' everything 'til the eleventh hour,
Pushing time to its limits, last minute comes and I have to cower,
Against a wall I should beat my head on but I can't change,
It would just feel strange to re-arrange the way I do things now.

I know someday it's gonna get me in trouble, I know it will,
I'm racing on the track, the track of time and I'm heading for a spill.

Sometimes I wake up, sit up in bed in the middle of night,
Getting scared of the things that's got to be done and the time is tight,
Then I get back to sleep, tomorrow is another day in my life,
And it could be the day when I get something done in the business of life.

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