| Walked downstairs
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| Got my hat and my corny brown leather jacket
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| Streets were grey and clean for a change
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| Must have been the rain
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| Thought transference
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| And this man in digs with me would spit out
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| Two or three teeth a night on the floor
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| Winter is here, unlike yourself
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| Cold, pulled my shirt up
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| Service
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| Kicked the leaves
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| Learning about time
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| Time of the vulperines
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| Time of the wolverines
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| They sit rotting, the leaves
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| Kick the brown branches, it is here
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| I came home and found I could say the word «entrepreneur»
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| And my problem began
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| Service
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| (Every man wants to be what he is not.)
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| At my feet, one who laughs at anything
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| And at my head, one that laughs at nothing
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| And I’m just in-between
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| This day’s portion
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| Service
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| (You would not like it if you knew it)
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| (Why you have tears in your eyes from infotainment?)
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| Winter is here
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| I’ve got a witch on my left shoulder
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| My future’s here
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| Now I will kick the broken branches
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| They’re this day’s portion of this day’s portion
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| Didn’t want to wake up and learn
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| I’ve learnt the word 'entrepreneur"
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| Wandered around, found out
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| Didn’t want to say the word, roll it around in your mouth
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| Every man jack wants to be what he is not
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| Service
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| Little boys are taking over
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| They mumble through the grass
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| There are not fit to be in the company of vulperines and wolverines
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| Too many heads knocking about
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| Service
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| This day’s portion, this day’s portion
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| Why do you have a cloud in your eye from infotainment? |