| 11am he’s already excited
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| Pacing the flat, runs out to the park
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| The city is wheezing, in the sun he’s breathless
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| He hits the ground hard, he laughs out loud
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| I thought he had everything
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| 11pm he gets too nervous
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| Even with his friends and beer for company
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| He runs out of bars to get fresh air
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| He must get home before he breaks without reason
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| I thought he had everything
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| When he’s home he plays tapes of 70s records
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| He stares at the bookshelf, the off TV
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| He hasn’t any reason, no god to believe in
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| Everything he sings doesn’t help any more
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| But if he was in love
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| He’d have someone to shout at
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| When you’re in love
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| You have someone to hit |