| I sleep in late
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| Another day
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| Oh what a wonder
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| Oh what a waste
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| It’s a Monday
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| It’s so mundane
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| What exciting things
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| Will happen today?
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| The yard is full of hard rubbish, it’s a mess and
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| I guess the neighbors must think we run a meth lab
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| We should amend that
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| I pull the sheets back
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| It’s 40 degrees
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| And I feel like I’m dying
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| Life’s getting hard in here
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| So I do some gardening
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| Anything to take my mind away from where it’s supposed to be
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| The nice lady next door talks of green beds
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| And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
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| I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps
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| Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes
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| I feel proactive
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| I pull out weeds
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| All of a sudden
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| I’m having trouble breathing in
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| I’m having trouble breathing in
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| I’m having trouble breathing in
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| I’m having trouble breathing in
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| My hands are shaky
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| My knees are weak
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| I can’t seem to stand
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| On my own two feet
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| I’m breathing but I’m wheezing
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| Feel like I’m emphysem-ing
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| My throat feels like a funnel
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| Filled with Weet bix and kerosene and
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| Oh no, next thing I know
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| They call up triple-0
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| I’d rather die than owe the hospital
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| Till I get old
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| I get adrenaline
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| Straight to the heart
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| I feel like Uma Thurman
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| Post-overdosing kick start
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| Reminds me of the time
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| When I was really sick and I
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| Had too much pseudo-ephedrine and I
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| Couldn’t sleep at night
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| Halfway down high street, Andy looks ambivalent
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| He’s probably wondering what I’m doing getting in an ambulance
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| The paramedic thinks I’m clever cause I play guitar
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| I think she’s clever cause she stops people dying
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| Anaphylactic and super-hypocondriactic
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| Should’ve stayed in bed today
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| I much prefer the mundane
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| I take a hit from
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| An asthma puffer
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| I do it wrong
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| I was never good at smoking bongs
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| I’m not that good at breathing in
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| I’m not that good at breathing in
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| I’m not that good at breathing in |