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I'm on sick leave, 'til I feel better, |
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I came quite close to breaking forever, |
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The grind of the daily, everyday today, |
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Can sometimes leave you in some sort of pain they say. |
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Not much grows in the basement, |
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But I've found, to my amazement, |
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Even the slightest glimpse of sun, |
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Can pick me up when I'm down. |
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Don't be afraid to say, what's on your mind, |
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I promise not to laugh in your face, |
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No, I'd rather wait 'til you turn around, |
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So I can kick you in the ass when you pass. |
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Not much grows in the basement... |
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Am I sickly? Or cowardly? |
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Who exactly have you come to see? |
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I'm asking you privately, |
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Can you please help me? |
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So I can walk, right on your head, |
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Just to get to the next step, |
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Cuz I'm cowardly to the end, |
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I have no close friends. |
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No. People are merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want. |
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Merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want. |
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Even the slightest glimpse of sun, |
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Can pick me up when I'm down |
