Picture this: two thirty on the hottest night in June
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He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the moon
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And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
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And stops to contemplate his (wife's?) eyes as he does up his flies
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He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair
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Behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
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And he switches on the coffee machine that, of course, works like a dream
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Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen
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And it's a face he knows well, although it should look less abused,
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With all these moisturisers and the skin products he used
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As he moves through the kitchen his homage to brush steel,
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Across the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks real
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Past the plasma with the wide screen and cinema surround sound
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And he stops at his favourite spot by the window and looks down
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On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
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Where his Audi TT is waiting safely in the dark (safely in the dark)
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Keeping it all inside of you (inside of you)
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Something will have to give
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And if you could, you'll take it back
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But you lose your way in the way you live
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Now he can hear windchimes tinkling out on the balcony
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And his phone beeping out a text message in the same key
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He checks it and it's Jill who used to be his secretary
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Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary
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Now his wife Mary's getting wary of his lies
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Like she's read the whole sordid story in his eyes
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It doesn't help that Jill's now saying that she's two weeks late,
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His mental state is really starting to deteriorate
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He never knew how he got so out of his depth
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Or why he's broken more than all these promises kept
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And it's been ages since he's slept properly
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His sleep's now broken by these dreams of extra marital activity
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Trying to recapture the rapture he used to get
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From his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions
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Should have listened to what his dad said before he died
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"The best things in life are the ones you can't buy, son"
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Keeping it all inside of you (inside of you)
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Something will have to give
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Wish you could buy a ticket back (a ticket back)
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But you lose your way in the way you live
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He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
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Away from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts
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And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's
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Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes
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He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to Ikea
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Away from the shouts and the louts, and the girls with the overpainted pouts
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And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh Nike's
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Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes
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Lost
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| Drapht |
