| Been watching so much TV
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| I’m thinner than I should be
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| I’m like a waterlogged ball
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| That no-one wants to kick around anymore
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| An all day morning hair-do
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| That no comb can get through
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| It’s all granola and beer
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| A calling card and a silk cut souvenir
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| I miss you like sleep
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| And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
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| The morning when it starts
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| I don’t look so good
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| Now I got a heavy heart
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| I talk a lot about football
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| And girls I kissed in Grade 4
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| I piss off my friends
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| And digging a hole just staring at the floor
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| Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain
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| I’m loving cigarettes again
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| I know every tune about guys and girls
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| and hurts and hearts and moans
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| I miss you like sleep
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| And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
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| The morning when it starts
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| I don’t look so sharp
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| Now I got a heavy heart
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| It’s just a low rent paying, palpitating pulp under my shirt
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| But there’s a weight that’s sitting
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| Oh God it hurts
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| Oh God it hurts
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| Been watching so much TV
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| I’m thinner than I should be
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| I’m like a waterlogged ball
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| That no-one wants to kick around anymore
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| I miss you like sleep
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| And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
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| The morning when it starts
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| Oh my heavy heart |