| How bout a minute’s silence
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| For the mates I’ll never see
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| They never bother with me
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| It still bothers me
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| The months creep through the landing
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| And down the carpet stairs
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| I never sat down at the table
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| To ask about your day
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| I should be independant
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| But I rely on my student loans
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| And a bus that never comes
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| I should learn to drive
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| We never had those conversations
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| You never were one to talk
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| I’ll put it down to genetics
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| The wallpaper’s still the same
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| As the day that mum left
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| We never spoke man to man
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| We only cried father to son
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| I should be independant
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| But I rely on my student loans
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| And a bus that never comes
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| I should learn to drive
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| And then I’ll crash the car
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| Hope my brain will fall apart
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| And when I crash the car
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| My lungs will be torn apart
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| I look more like you every day
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| I look more like you every day
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| I look more like you every day
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| I look more like you every day
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| I should be independant
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| But I rely on my student loans
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| And a bus that never comes
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| I should learn to drive
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| And then I’ll crash the car
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| Hope my brain will fall apart |
| And when I crash the car
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| My lungs will be torn apart |