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I thought there'd be a point to all this |
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Someday it would all make sense |
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Still waiting there's nothing yet |
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I have everything I need |
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Food, shelter, family |
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People that love me |
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Routine, habits, our daily rituals |
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Deaden perception |
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Work, leisure, blank eyed ambition |
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(Where's this going?) |
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Big black hooded perambulator |
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Birth was the death of me |
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Big black hooded perambulator |
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Running red lights to the cemetery |
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Gradually I started to feel |
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All the absurdity |
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Put me in a minor key |
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Breath snags in my chest |
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Words get left unsaid |
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Making me feel, well... helpless |
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Today is the first day of the rest of your lite |
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Tell that to your liver tell that to your ex-wife |
