| Sick, tired and homeless
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| With no one here to sing for
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| Tired of being weightless
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| For all these looking good boys
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| You can always say my attic has its charm
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| You can always say you did no major harm
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| You can always say that summer had its charm
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| And that you did no major harm
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| Oh, spare me if you please
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| Sick, tired an sleepless
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| With no one else to shine for
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| Sick of all my distress
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| But I won’t show I’m still poor
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| You can always say my attic has its charm
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| You can always say you did no major harm
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| You can always say that summer had its charm
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| And that you did no major harm
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| Oh, spare me if you please
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| You can always say my attic has its charm
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| You can always say you did no major harm
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| You can always say that summer had its charm
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| You can always say that, you can always say that
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| Oh, spare me if you please
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| Symptoms are so deep
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| Something here’s so wrong
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| Nothing is complete
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| Nowhere to belong
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| Symptoms are so deep
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| I think I’d better stay
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| Here on my own
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| So spare me if you please |