| Every morning, wake to the itch
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| The alarm clock ticks
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| Make some coffee, check the weather
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| Do my best to keep it together
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| You can’t feel the transit blues
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| (You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
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| Soon it will begin
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| Soon it will begin
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| I can’t expect the world to comprehend
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| The fits that I myself can’t defend
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| Every afternoon
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| Avoid traffic, but feel frantic
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| My composure: a lost love letter
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| Do my best to keep it together
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| You can’t feel the transit blues
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| (You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
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| You can’t feel the transit blues
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| (You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
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| I can hear the questions now
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| Since journalism died somehow
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| The shout proclaimed: «The poison praised!»
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| They make my words an unmarked grave
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| You can’t feel the transit blues
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| You can’t feel the transit blues
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| (You can’t feel the transit blues without losing something you thought was true)
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| Every evening I’ll have a drink, start to feel better
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| Do my best to keep it together |