| Recently I’ve been struggling with anxiety
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| To the point I find it hard to leave the flat
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| The days drain away, scouring eBay
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| Or looking on Zoopla at houses where I’ll never live
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| I know I must be paranoid
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| But every time I get the bus
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| I feel the many pairs of eyes
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| Weighing up my person surreptitiously
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| I was offered and took voluntary redundancy
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| From my role as counsellor at St. Cecilia’s secondary school
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| So I went back freelance as a graphic designer
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| Business is ok but I miss working with the young folk
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| I know I must be paranoid
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| When I pick up the groceries
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| One of the girls who works the check-out
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| Tuts under her breath and it destroys me for a week
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| Dr. Shen prescribed me beta-blockers
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| And recommended taking daily exercise
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| So I’ve started jogging
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| To my own great surprise
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| Hundreds of miles going nowhere
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| I know I must be paranoid
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| This morning in memorial park
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| I thought I caught a busker
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| Sneak an ugly word into «Wonderwall» as I went by
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| Jogging, jogging, I’m jogging, jogging
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| Jogging, jogging, jogging, jogging
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| Jogging, jogging, I’m jogging, jogging
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| Jogging
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| There’s a Kurdish family on the ground floor
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| Had a brick put through their kitchen window
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| The police know who did this, still they do nothing
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| It’s lonely up here in Middle-England
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| I know I must be paranoid
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| But I feel the atmosphere
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| 'Round here is growing nastier
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| People don’t smile anymore
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| There’s no such thing as a quick-fix
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| But jogging has provided me
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| A base on which to mould my time
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| And let my worries go a while
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| I know I must be paranoid
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| But I feel the atmosphere
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| 'Round here is growing nastier
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| People don’t care anymore
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| Would you like to sponsor me
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| For running the London Marathon?
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| Though it’s really daunting
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| We’re aiming to raise a thousand pounds for the British Red Cross |