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I'm living on a land-mine |
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my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids |
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and my skin, a sickly grey |
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and if I waited by the 'phone line |
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I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying |
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on my bed, until I fade |
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I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again |
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and all the time I'm dreaming better days |
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CHORUS: |
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and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind |
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here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design |
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move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan |
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softso KO - I need another show |
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softso KO - it's just a part of the plan |
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softso KO - there's only me and my TV Tan |
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some day maybe I'll call you |
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I'll see whenever I'm free.. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV |
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20 Regal and a 4-pack |
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I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white |
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I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide |
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the bible for the pig who stays inside |
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CHORUS |
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thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning |
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and fools peering |
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out of my TV try hard to be funny |
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unfortunate for me |
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they start to entertain ye |
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I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites |
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and I'm here waiting, here for nothing... |
