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Wake up get up |
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Smoke a cigarette |
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Read the paper |
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Going back to bed |
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Sky is grey |
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And lamp is shining red |
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Chick from last night |
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Still lying in my bed |
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Though I know |
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Society is dead brain |
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I start thinking in circles |
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Following their games |
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I need informations |
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Leaving that formation |
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Feel busy |
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I feel temptation |
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My steady hesitation |
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Makes me dizzy |
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It's half past four |
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And everybody's gone |
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Big house is empty |
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And I don't feel at home |
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Depression starts |
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To catch my brain |
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Dope-religion |
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Know everything's in vain |
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Though I know |
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Society is dead brain |
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I start thinking in circles |
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Following their games |
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I need informations |
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Leaving that formation |
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Feel busy |
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I feel temptation |
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My steady hesitation |
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Makes me dizzy |
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Though I know |
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Feel the longings of my heart |
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I did learn |
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How to play my part |
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I always try not to lose |
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The freedom of my mind |
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Taking the cake means baking your own tart |
