| I like walking in the park
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| When it gets late at night
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| I move `round in the dark
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| And leave when it gets light
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| I sit around by day
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| Tied up in chains so tight
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| These crazy words of mine
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| So wrong they could be
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| What do I get out of this?
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| I always try, I always miss
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| One of these days you’ll go back to your home
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| You won’t even notice that you are alone
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| One of these days when you sit by yourself
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| You’ll realise you can’t shaft without someone else
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| In the end you will submit
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| It’s got to hurt a little bit
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| I like talking in my sleep
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| When people work so hard
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| They need what they can’t keep
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| A choice that leaves them scarred
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| A room without a view
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| Unveils the truth so soon
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| And when the sun goes down
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| You’ve lost what you had
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| What do I get out of this?
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| I always try, I always miss
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| One of these days you’ll go back to your home
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| You won’t even notice that you are alone
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| One of these days when you sit by yourself
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| You’ll realise you can’t shaft without someone else
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| In the end you will submit
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| It’s got to hurt a little bit |