Song parody of
Clear My Throat
by Stephan Eicher
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I'm counting on my left hand
How many moons to come
Before these days start getting longer
I'm counting on my right hand
How many summers left
Before the sun goes down without me
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
I'm checking my phone bills
For a way to see the future
Maybe there's some luck in all these numbers
I'm looking for a direction
In the roadmap of my face
For signs at each crossing of those lines
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
The clock is ticking
The blood is boiling
The head is spinning
And my hands are wet
The clock is ticking
My mind is boiling
The room is spinning
My hands are sweat
Come on, scare me
I seem to like it
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
I'm counting on my left hand
How many moons to come
Before these days start getting longer
I'm counting on my right hand
How many summers left
Before the sun goes down without me
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
I'm checking my phone bills
For a way to see the future
Maybe there's some luck in all these numbers
I'm looking for a direction
In the roadmap of my face
For signs at each crossing of those lines
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go down
For coffee
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
The clock is ticking
The blood is boiling
The head is spinning
And my hands are wet
The clock is ticking
My mind is boiling
The room is spinning
My hands are sweat
Come on, scare me
I seem to like it
And I clear my throat
I shake my head
Before I'll go back
To sleep
