| Is there anything more inspiring
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| Than a menial job and the pittance it brings
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| Oh Sebastian, won’t you smile for me?
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| Yes, it’s going to get ugly and it’s going to get tight
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| I’ve got a feeling in my gut and that feeling ain’t right
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| Soaking up all meaning, helping itself to the rest of your life
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| All I put down on your table is cold raw abuse
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| You try to swallow it down, put it to good use
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| Oh Sebastian, won’t you cry for me?
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| Yes, it’s going to take energy and it’s going to take time
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| But I got this feeling in my gut that you’ve barely arrived
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| Crawling across your ceiling
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| Helping myself to the best of your mind |