| Just standing in your pool of shade venere.
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| Here I am, still yellowed by the summer,
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| Still sufferin in silence loud and clear.
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| Well I catch the train, it takes me back
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| We leave the rails and the carriage snaps.
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| There I was, just lying in the kitchen,
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| Just listening to voices through the tiles.
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| And they said the one thing you can count on,
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| Is you can count on nothing here my child.
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| Well you dig my grave, and pat my back,
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| And I turn grey, on the beaten track.
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| But you hardly notice.
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| What do you say when they roll a grenade
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| And it almost takes your breath away.
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| Talking to Joe with the head of a crow
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| And it all goes pear-shaped.
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| There I was, just standing in your shadow,
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| Just sufferin in silence loud and clear. |