There’s a racket out there and a bracket in here
And I’m not quite sure what I mean
Is it anyone for tennis?
Is it anyone for edits?
Is it something not quite out of a dream?
There’s a bracket out there and a racket in here
And I think there’s a scam going on
Is it bad for your wealth?
Is it holding up a shelf?
Is it what I should be hiding from?
There’s a bracket round me and a racket round me
And the noise won’t stop when I scream
Does it define what I am?
Is it banging on a a pan?
Tell me please should I change my routine?

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