| Wandering 'round Camden Town
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| Feeling like a fishy in a can
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| Boots are scratching lines on shitty ground
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| Had to get some air and so I am
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| I’m walking a tightrope from morning 'til night
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| From my bed to my bed and it don’t feel right
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| But I know where I’m going and it ain’t no lie
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| And I don’t wanna waste it like them other guys
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| Lungs are folding up inside of me
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| Legs have just been hammered out of stone
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| My heart is stopping far as I can see
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| Mind and all my fuses have been blown
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| I’m walking a tightrope from morning 'til night
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| From my bed to my bed and it don’t feel right
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| But I know where I’m going and it ain’t no lie
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| And I don’t wanna waste it like them other guys
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| Saw you on the front yard praying, are you gonna get saved?
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| I saw you on the backyard digging, were you digging my grave?
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| Is there something that I can tell you, that will change your mind?
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| I know it took too long to admit that, I treated you unkind
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| I’m walking the tightrope from morning 'til night
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| From my bed to my bed and it don’t feel right
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| But I know where I’m going and it ain’t no lie
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| But I don’t wanna waste it like them other guys |