| Breakfast is burning, kettle stopped working,
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| Milk in the fridge gone sour.
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| Ignorant faces, ice on my laces,
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| Delays on the underground.
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| Petrol is rising, leaders are lying,
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| Watching the world melt down.
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| Signal is fading, can’t hear what you’re saying,
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| My minutes are running out,
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| She makes me fell like
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| Woah woah woah.
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| The traffic is crawling, my wages are falling,
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| So long tip my holiday.
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| Sick of the warning, a different story,
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| With voices that sound the same.
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| I wish it was cheaper, scared of the meter,
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| Watching the second hand.
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| Late to the station, lost in translation,
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| Stuck in a taxi cab,
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| She makes me feel like
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| Woah woah woah.
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| When I wander alone, and she tells me she’s home,
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| Now I’m lost but it’s me in control.
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| It’s the thought of her face that helps me pick up the pace,
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| The days lost, but I know
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| She makes me feel like
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| When you’re lifting the world but it’s just too heavy,
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| She’s my pick me up, pick me up, p-p-pick me up. |