| At the end of the weekend
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| It’s hard to stand tall
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| At the end of the weekend
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| It’s hard to stand tall
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| When you spend every waking moment
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| Staring at the same crack in the wall
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| If you like feeling lucky
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| There’s some strangers to call
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| If you like feeling lucky
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| There’s some strangers to call
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| If you lose your concentration
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| Staring at the same crack in the wall
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| There’s a tick in your pocket
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| There’s a flame on your wall
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| There’s a rip in this ticket
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| And a stain on it all
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| I know of a place you could visit
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| I know of a place you could visit
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| When everyone’s stepping on your toes
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| They breathe in your bubble and wait for it to blow
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| And if you turn for a moment
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| That crack is in your skull
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| No don’t turn for a moment
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| Or that crack is in your skull
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| If you lose your concentration
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| Staring at the same crack in the wall
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| If you lose your concentration |