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Ants Marching
   ------Dave Matthews Band and Dave Matthews

He wakes up in the morning.
Does his teeth, bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing.
The week ends, the week begins.

She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking,
But we never say a thing.
And these crimes between us grow deeper.

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.

Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well, his concerns
He forgets them.
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming...

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Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die.

Driving along this highway
All these cars and up on the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged,
No time to exchange when
All the little ants are marching.
Red and black antennae waving.
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way,
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs
cutting the corners, there's a
Loose end, loose end, cut cut
On the fence, try not to offend.
Cut cut, cut cut.

Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.

Lights down, you up and die.