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Don't want to leave a bed |
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With a warm body in it |
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But when the numbers come to flood my head |
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I have to float on behind |
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To the grind |
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Of the phone calls |
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Seven buttons |
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Don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do? |
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Make out a big check |
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Write a little letter |
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And put a sticky stamp on the post card that I send to you |
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Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there? |
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I'm a hunchback, hunch |
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Hunched over scribbled notes and numbers that I can't read |
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Hunchback, hunch |
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Hunched over a cheap piano that I can't really play |
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The other day though |
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I thought I might find |
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The kind of faith that could ease my mind |
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I thought I might learn |
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I thought I could try |
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To let a day go by |
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When I did not sabotage myself |
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Dont wanna wait, I won't wait to see is there anybody out there? |
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Sometimes the sun slides down |
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Leaving stripes in the sky |
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And I watch my resignation fly away |
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And I say this is the last day |
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I'll let myself feel this way |
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Then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there? |
