The days are spent
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Chatting amongst the workers
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Of how cold it is outside
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Not to mention their greatest fears
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Like finding their children neglected and naked
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In bed with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love
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And no one notices,
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Something disrupting the normal swing of things.
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These hands are shaking
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They've lost all trust in me
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Regrets regrets
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This memory has weakened
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Now I recall everything
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What's with all the commotion?
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I swear there's nothing to see here.
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You didn't see it coming,
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Already
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This is the part where the ambulance comes.
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There's a dead man in the street;
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We gotta take him to the morgue.
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He can't be here;
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He's been blocking traffic for hours.
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We can't find him help, his will.
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Something's disrupting the normal swing of things.
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This institution will run efficiently.
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Standard regrets
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Send the misses our regards.
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Sign it "deepest sympathies"
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Sympathies: some patronage for the weak.
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I swallowed some musk
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And now I'm choking it up.
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I refuse to say they won;
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I win, the poisons in this drum,
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In my head, On my head
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All those phonies at heart
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I've wrote this down a thousand times,
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I think it's really dark
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I don't need this
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This just walked in
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Break it down [x9]
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I don't need this sympathy.
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I don't need this.
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A Disruption In The Normal Swing Of Things
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