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Breakfast is burning, kettle stopped working, |
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Milk in the fridge gone sour. |
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Ignorant faces, ice on my laces, |
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Delays on the underground. |
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Petrol is rising, leaders are lying, |
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Watching the world melt down. |
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Signal is fading, can't hear what you're saying, |
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My minutes are running out, |
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She makes me fell like |
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Woah woah woah. |
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The traffic is crawling, my wages are falling, |
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So long tip my holiday. |
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Sick of the warning, a different story, |
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With voices that sound the same. |
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I wish it was cheaper, scared of the meter, |
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Watching the second hand. |
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Late to the station, lost in translation, |
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Stuck in a taxi cab, |
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She makes me feel like |
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Woah woah woah. |
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When I wander alone, and she tells me she's home, |
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Now I'm lost but it's me in control. |
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It's the thought of her face that helps me pick up the pace, |
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The days lost, but I know |
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She makes me feel like |
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When you're lifting the world but it's just too heavy, |
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She's my pick me up, pick me up, p-p-pick me up. |
