| Well I’m here, I’m not there, and it feels good
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| To be here, and not there, watching burning wood
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| Floating through the air, I don’t have a care
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| Two past three, it can’t be any other time
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| It explodes in the road, and I witness it
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| No reply, bat an eye, cause it doesnt’t’t fit
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| See you over there, sitting in my chair
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| Perfect world, perfect girl, perfect tourniquet
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| I am over here, that is not my problem
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| I can disappear, I can just ignore them
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| Go away, Go away, I don’t want to see
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| Go away, leave today, have a lovely trip
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| Only half believe what the five receive
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| Uncle Bob lost his job, Bobs your uncle, mate
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| I am over here, that is not my problem
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| I can disappear, I can just ignore them
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| Go away, it’s ok, they’ll make more of it
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| Itching stop, did I cop, did I get me some
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| Sing my little song, life goes marching on
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| Cause I’m here, I’m not there
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| And I just don’t care |