| The freeway is jammed
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| And it’s backed up for miles
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| The car is an oven and baking is wild
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| Nothing is ever the way it should be
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| What we deserve we just don’t get you see
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| A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
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| Each step gets closer to losing his head
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| Is someone in heaven? |
| Are they looking down?
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| Cause nothing is fair just you look around
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| Falling down
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| Falling down
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| Falling down
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| He’s sick of waiting of lying like this
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| There’s a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
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| Branded a leper because you don’t fit
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| In the land of the free
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| You just live by your wits
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| Once he built missiles a nations defence
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| Now he can’t even give birthday presents
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| Across the city he leaves in his wake
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| A glimpse of the future a cannibal state
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| Falling down
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| Falling down
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| Falling down
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| The freeway is jammed
|
| And it’s backed up for miles
|
| The car is an oven and baking is wild
|
| Nothing is ever the way it should be
|
| What we deserve we just don’t get you see
|
| A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
|
| Each step gets closer to losing his head
|
| Is someone in heaven? |
| Are they looking down?
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| Cause nothing is fair just you look around
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| Falling down
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| Falling down
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| Falling down |