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I don't like waitin' around for the distinctive sound
Of my washin' machine done with my gear
Those loud beeps call to me, no matter where I lay
Stoppin' now what I'm doin', it's chore time
I don't hate this like washin' dishes, well
I guess there's no real point to delay
Start pullin' clothes out - what is this? Did I just lose count?
Somethin' here is gone

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Though the cold, wet clothes are icky, go through them fast
So that I may just find my missin' socks
Won't throw clothes all over, cause hearin' them go splat
Would mean they'd need to have another wash which means I'd lose another sock
Never missin' pairs, it's just the single kind
Though I kinda prefer that, to be clear
I've got no deep connection with ev'ry pair of socks
One pair's gone? So what (hey!)?

But if they're incomplete, that's lame (hey!)
How did they get away (hey!)?
I wish I had mechanic friends, they could take apart
This thing to search more

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Now it's gone, gone, gone away, just somehow disappeared
No longer will it fill my shoe
Load's been torn, torn, torn apart in case that wasn't true
No remnants of it in here, it's screwed
A pain, pain, pain to me, tear my hair out
Not the first time it's happened, see (hey!)

My wallet's always gettin' drained (hey!)
To get my socks replaced (hey!)
Because though I'm not that pissed when a pair is gone
I still need my socks
When half a pair racks off, that's lame (hey!)
But when that's ev'ry day (hey!)
It's enough to make me flip, so I scramble on
Where the frig's that sock?
Half the time it's gone and slipped in a pocket, bud
Depends on my luck
Really hope it hasn't slipped in a pocket, cause
My brain will go pop