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A heart that's full up like a landfill, |
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A job that slowly kills you, |
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Bruises that won't heal. |
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You look so tired-unhappy, |
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Bring down the government, |
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They don't, they don't speak for us. |
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I'll take a quiet life, |
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A handshake of carbon monoxide, |
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No alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises... |
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Silence, silence. |
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This is my final fit, |
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My final bellyache, |
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With no alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises, please. |
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Such a pretty house |
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And such a pretty garden. |
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No alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises, |
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No alarms and no surprises, please. |
