| Spending the day on the roof of the shed
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| Telling myself, I’d be better off dead
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| Hung on the line no sense of time
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| Stuck in the crack of dawn, breaking your bread
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| All this for nothing’s the one thing I dread
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| Fading away in the afternoon sun
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| No clouds to hide in and no where to run
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| Me and my friends, true to the end
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| One left to bury and one to offend
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| I’m leaving to lie in my sizzling bed
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| But donâ€~t cry for me, it’s all in my head
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| We’ve got the lights on, we’ve got our eyes shut
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| Standing in line for a trip to the sun
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| No one returns here and nothing gets done
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| Why is it over before it’s begun?
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| Hear it again, fear it again I
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| But don’t cry for me, it’s all in my head
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| We’ve got the lights on, we’ve got our eyes shut |