| I’m on sick leave, 'til I feel better
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| I came quite close to breaking forever
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| The grind of the daily, everyday today
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| Can sometimes leave you in some sort of pain they say
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| Not much grows in the basement
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| But I’ve found, to my amazement
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| Even the slightest glimpse of sun
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| Can pick me up when I’m down
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| Don’t be afraid to say, what’s on your mind
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| I promise not to laugh in your face
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| No, I’d rather wait 'til you turn around
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| So I can kick you in the ass when you pass
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| Not much grows in the basement…
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| Am I sickly? |
| Or cowardly?
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| Who exactly have you come to see?
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| I’m asking you privately
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| Can you please help me?
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| So I can walk, right on your head
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| Just to get to the next step
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| Cuz I’m cowardly to the end
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| I have no close friends
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| No. People are merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want
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| Merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want
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| Even the slightest glimpse of sun
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| Can pick me up when I’m down |