| It ain’t that time again is it?
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| It can’t be? |
| It is
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| In fact it’s later than I thought
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| I’ve gotta have a piss
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| Man this house is freezing
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| The money must’ve run out again
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| And it’s still raining
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| That’s three mornings in a row now
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| I think I’ve got enough for the bus
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| Yeah I have, just enough
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| I’ll think about dinner at dinner time
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| Just another day in this dull place
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| I’ll get a sub off the gaff
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| I leave the house into the dark morning
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| I brave the rain that whips at my face
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| Turn the corner, it’s bearing down
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| I resent the fact I have to run to get on it
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| But I start the chase, that bus race
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| I’ll catch it, I’ll catch it, just
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| I’ve caught it
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| The thing is I’ve got a plan, it’s ambitious I know
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| But it’s something I cling onto like a float in the deep dark sea
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| And I’ve got no control, I’ve got no control no more
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| I’ve gotta get out
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| I can’t be messing around like this in 20 years man
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| No way, no way
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| See this ain’t my fate, I want more on my plate
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| More warmth, more light and some company at night
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| I want the people on this journey to feel the same as me
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| But it’s what we’ve got in common
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| A kind of defiant despair
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| I stare at the steamed up window
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| I draw my name
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| How the fuck can you spell your own name wrong?
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| And I drift, I just drift, I drift into my own little fantasy
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| It ain’t that time again is it?
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| It can’t be man. |
| Fuck it
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| In fact it’s later than I thought
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| I’ve gotta have a piss
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| Man this house is freezing
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| The money must’ve run out again
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| And it’s still raining |