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Ants Marching
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND

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. [5]

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

Goes to visit his mommy [10]
She feeds him well his concerns,
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming.

Take these chances, [15]
Place them in the box until a quieter time,
Lights down, you up and die.

Driving along this highway
All the cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction-- [20]
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 [25]
They all do it the same way...

Candyman teasing the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss
Programs cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut [30]
On the fence, not to offend
Cut cut cut cut

Take these chances,
Place them in the box until a quieter time,
Lights down, you up and die [35]
Lights down, you up and die