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(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff)
Sitting in the lazy chair, the channelslook the same
I realize that the roof is stable and startto feel ashamedit's cold outside but don't ask me theweather's fine in hereask the man around the corner wholives his life in fear
Two hundred pennies, forty ounces laterhe's okayhe doesn't have the pressure to thinkabout the next daybut I bet it's something cold and hardand grey
Complaining and whining all the time, Inever seem to quitalways lying to myself, a shoe thatseems to fitnever is a long time and it feels like I'ma clockticking like a time bomb, someday soonhis life will stop
I listen to the radio but nothinggood is onmy friends are calling up but I'mpretending that I'm gonewe're all pieces in a chess game,he's a pawn
I wonder how it turned out like this, noone seems to carethe scale has tipped me fortunate is thiswhat we call fair?but I've never had the mind to no it,never had the guts to show it
I know one thing, his dream is mynightmare
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