| © Hazel O`Connor
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| I go down the left side instead of the right
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| I’m suffocating and I’m having to fight
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| To keep myself moving out the crowd
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| Who throw side long, but never turn round
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| Armies of people moved quietly on
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| So long resigned to become an d be gone, be gone
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| Waiting, waiting for something to come
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| Waiting, waiting with nowhere to run
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| Waiting, waiting is this the sum total of my life?
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| I’m blown by the day winds of fluorescent light
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| No chance to think now my time is in sight
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| No hiding quickly behind printed papers
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| No way of escaping, Not looking much safer?
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| Armies of people moved quietly on
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| So long resigned to become and be gone be gone
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| Waiting, waiting for something to come
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| Waiting, waiting with nowhere to run
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| Waiting, waiting is this the sum total of my life?
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| Gotta keep moving outside of the crowd
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| If I’m not careful they’ll dragging me down |