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Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels look the same |
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I realize that the roof is stable, and start to feel ashamed |
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It's cold outside but dont ask me, the weather's fine in here |
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Ask the man around the corner who lives his life in fear |
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Two hundred pennies, forty ounces later he's okay |
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He doesn't have the pressure to think about the next day |
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But I bet it's something cold and hard and grey |
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Complaining and whining all the time, I never seem to quit |
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Always lying to myself, a shoe that always fits |
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Never is a long time and it seems like I'm a clock |
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Ticking like a time bomb, someday soon his life will stop |
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I listen to the radio but nothing good is on |
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My friends are calling up but I'm pretending that I'm gone |
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We're all pieces in a chess game, he's a pawn |
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I wonder how it turned out like this, no one seems to care |
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The scale has tipped me fortunate, is this what we call fair? |
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But I've never had the mind to know it |
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Never had the guts to show it |
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I know one thing, his dream is my nightmare |
