sick, tired and homeless
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with no one here to sing for
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tired of being weightless
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for all these looking good boys
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you can always say my attic has its charm
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you can always say you did no major harm
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you can always that summer had its charm
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and that you did no major harm
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oh, spare me if you please
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sick, tired an sleepless
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with no one else to shine for
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sick of all my distress
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but I won't show I'm still poor
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symptoms are so deep
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something here's so wrong
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nothing is complete
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nowhere to belong
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symptoms are so deep
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I think I'd better stay
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here on my own
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so spare me if you please
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Rise And Shine
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| Cardigans |
