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Everytime I hear that couldn't care less laugh |
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I feel like a piece of wood |
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My arms won't do what I want them to |
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And my legs don't do what they should |
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I feel like summer thunder |
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Shot-up and shutdown in a shut-up shop town in a shut your mouth |
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And sit right down and take it down |
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I don't know how it cut up this rough |
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I just don't know how it got this unjust |
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I'm looking for a long straight road |
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But I can't see it for rising dust |
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I feel like summer thunder |
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I've got a storm held in this frame - Sell me a fix sell me a lie |
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In the end it's going to break - And I won't care if this country dies |
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Do I look like how I feel |
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Like a would-be murderer who knows it's not the way |
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Shot up and shutdown |
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In a shut up shop town |
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In a shut your mouth |
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And sit right down and take it down |
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Most of England is sleeping in the sun but not everyone |
