| Sitting in the lazy chair, the channels look the same
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| I realize that the roof is stable and start to feel ashamed
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| It’s cold outside, but don’t ask me, the weather’s fine in here
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| Ask the man around the corner who lives his life in fear
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| Two hundred pennies, forty ounces later he’s okay
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| He doesn’t have the pressure to think about the next day
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| But I bet it’s something cold and hard and grey
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| Complaining and whining all the time, I never seem to quit
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| Always lying to myself, a shoe that always fits
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| Never is a long time, and it feels like I’m a clock
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| Ticking like a time bomb, someday soon his life will stop
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| I listen to the radio, but nothing good is on
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| My friends are calling up but I’m pretending that I’m gone
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| We’re all pieces in a chess game, he’s a pawn
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| I wonder how it turned out like this, no one seems to care
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| The scale has tipped me fortunate, is this what we call fair?
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| But I’ve never had the mind to know it
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| I’ve never had the guts to show it
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| All I know is his dream is my nightmare |