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“Flowers for the Kitchen Table”
No space in my calendar or my head
All my energy’s gone but I can’t rest
Always Falling behind to get ahead
Oh what do I do it for?
My eyes are getting darker by the day
Ante up to stay in the game
Dealt a good hand but I don’t want to play
So what do I do it for?
Don’t wanna seem ungrateful
Dreaming of A house and a cradle
Picking flowers for the kitchen table
Oh I want nothing more
if you ever see me on TV
Drop a line ask me if I’ve gotten sleep
And whatever happened to that dream
And what I do it for ClipsPerforming Arts
