Falling back into an empty chair.
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Crawling out and seeing nothing there.
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Why waste my time when I'm happy?
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Slipping back into my honest world.
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Taking things just to feel the swirl.
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Why waste my time when I am here
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I can do what I dream when I fear.
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Selling out and getting what I want.
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Take a pick and I will get the lock.
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Why waste my time when I'm complete?
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Grab the walls in the toilet block
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I hit my head and I flush the lot.
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Why waste my time when I'm fine
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in the ways that I've set in my life?
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My arms are protesting a weakness in me.
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My hands are a tool to remind me.
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My eyes complicated enough don't see.
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My fingers they curl back and witness to my face.
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Drifting in and out reality.
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Your own reflection is bewailingly.
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But you still smile and keep things
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Up with the people on the concrete slab
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When you get in ttouble you catch a cab
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Waking up, drifting to the welfare door
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Spend all your money till you hit the floor
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You've been takien to another place
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You're lying down but you're in this race
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Don't ever think run away
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Turn around and look at all you have
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The gift of God is much greather than
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You cannot die when you have life.
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Why?
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