Rule #3 - Paperwork

The sun hides in its bed
 As the warm resonation of a wayward writer's guitar
 Meets the air with anticipation of its morning debut
 The receiving ears lay unknowingly in silence
 Preparing for the constant assault of noise forced on them
 By the bustle of the populated city
 The music being crafted is a gift, a beautiful example
 Of a human being selfless
 Spreading the flame of joy's candle to the world flowing around him
 Those few seconds of organized sound vanquish the dull hum
 Of the everyday
 And temporarily free people from routine patterns of thought
 The ear catches the sound as it waves through the air
 And the brain, sometimes unknowingly
 Creatively responds to this curious audible phenomena
 The writer's words are one of the few remaining ties
 That hold creativity afloat in a sea of monotony
 Resulting from the surrounding industrialization
 We lit a flame just to watch it burn
 Have we lost our roots, our ties to the earth?
 What I have seen has made me believe
 That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
 Instead of planting trees
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 Kick back, relax
 Buddy, don't have a heart attack
 What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
 It's your loss, not mine
 We just wanted to improve the lives
 Of all those people trapped inside
 Dealing with the paperwork
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 There are rules that appeared in place
 In our minds, and in there they stay
 It's in our heads, why can't you see
 That we've buried ourselves in paperwork
 Instead of planting seeds
 Oh, kick back, relax
 Buddy, don't have a heart attack
 What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
 It's your loss, not mine
 We just wanted to improve the lives
 Of all those people trapped inside
 Dealing with the paperwork
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 We hauled our souls to the dull and plain
 Where every day felt exactly the same
 We've taught our hands the discipline to spread love to the streets
 So don't bother us with paperwork
 Instead, go plant some trees
 Oh (woo!) kick back, relax
 Buddy, don't have a heart attack
 What's the harm in wanting to play some good tunes?
 It's your loss, not mine
 We just wanted to improve the lives
 Of all those people trapped inside
 Dealing with the paperwork
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 We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting trees
 Buried ourselves in paperwork instead of planting seeds
 We buried ourselves in paperwork instead of being free