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At the end of the weekend |
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It's hard to stand tall |
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At the end of the weekend |
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It's hard to stand tall |
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When you spend every waking moment |
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Staring at the same crack in the wall |
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If you like feeling lucky |
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There's some strangers to call |
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If you like feeling lucky |
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There's some strangers to call |
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If you lose your concentration |
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Staring at the same crack in the wall |
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There's a tick in your pocket |
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There's a flame on your wall |
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There's a rip in this ticket |
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And a stain on it all |
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I know of a place you could visit |
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I know of a place you could visit |
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When everyone's stepping on your toes |
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They breathe in your bubble and wait for it to blow |
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And if you turn for a moment |
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That crack is in your skull |
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No don't turn for a moment |
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Or that crack is in your skull |
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If you lose your concentration |
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Staring at the same crack in the wall |
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If you lose your concentration |
