Reggae

It may be sweet and it may be poor
 And it may be back and it may be forward
 And it may be done and it may be sick
 And it may be sweet and it may be
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 It may be new and it may be cross
 And it may be sweat and it may be woe
 And it may be hard
 And it may be hard
 And it may be dark and it may be mold
 And it may be back and it may be old
 And it may be done and it may be sick
 And it may be soon and it may be tongue
 But as long as I keep an hourglass, everything's in line
 Maybe it's an hourglass, everything in line
 But I wish I could be as elegant as Soo
 The way he comes in through a room in a way I cannot do
 In a coat of nine tails and fresh leather shoes
 Straight from the cow, I tell you
 Straight from the cow
 But my shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range
 My shoes, the rotting flesh of a mange
 My shirt is so un-ironed it could be a mountain range
 And I have no name to the skin folds near who show no face
 But all I can hear as they gawk and
 They gurn and they scream and they laugh
 Of course, they can make it all right
 And it may be
 It may be
 And it may be, is maybe
 And it may be hard
 And it may be hard
 And it may be hard
 And it may be hard
 It may be hard
 And it may be hard
 It may be hard, it may be hard, it may be, may be, may be
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 As long as I keep
 As long as I keep
 As long as I keep
 As long as I keep
 As long as I keep
 As long as I keep, everything will fall into line