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Seems like lately |
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From leaves on the line to Paxman's 'goodnight' |
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All I ever seem to do is rush around |
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There's never a second to think |
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And you're running |
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From pavements and parks from dawn until dusk |
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All you ever seem to do is rush around |
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Never a second to gaze |
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At the pattern the sun makes through curtains and blinds |
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Or the way that your fringe frames your eyes |
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As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and |
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Seems like every evening's a school night |
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In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines |
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All we ever seem to do is rush around |
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And the next day |
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You're there by my side with a quizzical eye saying |
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'All you ever seem to do is laze around looking at clouds' |
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As a book lies face down on the table, a crease in the spine |
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And we're supposed to be running for our lives |
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As the weekends dissolve in our calendars and |
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Seems like every evening's a school night |
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In the goldrush from status to endless deadlines |
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All we ever seem to do is rush around |
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And on bank holidays we stop and say |
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'Let's try again next year |
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'Cos all we do is rush around' |
