| There’s something inside us, that wakes and disguises
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| The fact that we’ve been walking down a one-way street
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| Been trying to please her but she’s caught by the fever of a losing week
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| So give me enjoyment for the lack of employment
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| I still believe there’s nothing worth working for
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| She’s caught between the breakdown
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| With days like that well pain’s no wonder
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| No-one to write your name on a rain-soaked beach
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| And who’s gonna call come storms through the fields of thunder
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| You’re caught between the breakdown
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| There’s something inside us, that wakes and disguises
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| The fact that we’ve been walking down a one-way street
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| Been trying to please her but she’s caught by the fever of a losing week
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| So give me enjoyment for the lack of employment
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| I still believe there’s nothing worth working for
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| You’re caught between the breakdown
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| With days like that well pain’s no wonder
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| No-one to write your name on a rain-soaked beach
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| And who’s gonna call come storms through the fields of thunder
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| You’re caught between the breakdown |