Sitting in the lazy chair,
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the channels look the same
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I realize that the roof is stable
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and start to feel ashamed
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it's cold outside but dont ask me
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the weather's fine in here
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ask the man around the corner
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who lives his life in fear
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Two hundred pennies,
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forty ounces later he's okay
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he doesn't have the pressure
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to think about the next day
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but I bet it's something cold
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and hard and grey
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Complaining and whining all the time
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I never seem to quit
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always lying to myself,
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A shoe that always fits
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never is a long time and
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it seems like I'm a clock
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ticking like a time bomb,
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someday soon his life will stop
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I listen to the radio but
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nothing good is on
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my friends are calling up but I'm
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pretending I'm gone
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we're all pieces in a chess game
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he's a pawn
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I wonder how it turned out like this
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no one seems to care
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the scale has tipped me fortunate
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is this what we call fair?
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but I've never had the mind to know it
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never had the guts to show it
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I know one thing, his dream is my nightmare
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Sidewalk
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| No Use For A Name |
