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− | ''- by Lynx Nagual to the tune of "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked."''
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− | '''Ain't No Rest for the Garbers'''
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− | I was walking out to park when out the corner of my eye
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− | I saw a happy Man at arms approaching me
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− | He said, "I never seen a garber, who looked so bored
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− | And could you use a little commision?
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− | If you can charge the right price, your exposure will be nice
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− | But you can go and send me on my way"
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− | I said, "You're such a sweet MaA, who are you belted to in game?"
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− | He looked at me and this is what he said
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− | Oh there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Awards don't grow on trees
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− | You got bills to pay, I got parks to please
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− | There ain't nothing in this world for free
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− | Oh no, you can't slow down, you can't hold back
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− | Though you know, I wish you could
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− | Oh no there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Until we stitch that last seam through
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− | Not even fifteen minutes later after walking out of park
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− | When I saw the shadow of a knight creep out out of sight
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− | And then he swept up from behind, he dropped a yellow belt in my arms
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− | He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight
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− | He said, "Give me all you've got, I want your garb and your skills
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− | But if you try to run away Ill have think twice"
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− | I told him, "You can have my garb, but first you know I gotta ask
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− | What made you want to take me as a page?"
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− | He said
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− | Oh there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Awards don't grow on trees
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− | You got bills to pay, I got parks to please
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− | There ain't nothing in this world for free
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− | Oh no, you can't slow down, you can't hold back
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− | Though you know, I wish you could
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− | Oh no there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Until we stitch that last seam through
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− | Well now a couple hours past and I was sitting in my house
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− | The machine was stitching as the time ticked on by
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− | And so I turned the piece over and started in on the next seam
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− | And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend
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− | I saw a cut through the fabric, I had made a massive mistake
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− | I tried to sew it up but it went right through the design
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− | But even still I can't say much because I know I have to restart
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− | All those hours wasted and yet that’s just a Friday night
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− | Oh there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Awards don't grow on trees
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− | You got bills to pay, I got parks to please
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− | There ain't nothing in this world for free
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− | Oh no, you can't slow down, you can't hold
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− | back
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− | Though you know, I wish you could
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− | Oh no there ain't no rest for the Garbers
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− | Until we stitch that last seam through
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