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I opened wide the door |
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and ran inside the pub so loudly |
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and the landlord said"oh hi ya bum, |
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do you wanna something to drink" |
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I answered"beer and sweties |
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give me one or give me three" |
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it seems so strange the only |
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one talking here is me and I faced... |
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apathy and boredom |
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what's wrong folks what's the point |
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whom do you bastards look at |
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is it a crime to act human |
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kind of living kind of living |
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am I alien am I strange |
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or am I looking like a craphead |
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but my words fall into a see |
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of bloody haughtiness so deep |
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and I face... |
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as I drink my beer and cold |
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cold eyes look straight into me |
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I have no wish to provoke |
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I don't like to disturb their apathy |
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I sit down and close my eyes |
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and listen to this silent music |
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and my mind is closing down and I fade |
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and I fade into... |
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apathy and boredom |
