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Mortal coil
Bedsit Sit beside your bed And wallow there please The world doesn't want to see you today Even you don't want to see you today Oh god why does everything hurt And why do I feel so crap I hate mornings If you love mornings In my books Sorry there is something wrong with you Look at me I look like some BTEC IKEA manifestation Conjured up by some hack writer no doubt The bells clang as my feet scrap across the carpet floor Pick your feet up You have to go to work soon No dilly dallying Wipe the mirror Brush my teeth Comb my hair (well what is left of it anyways) Bite on some toast and kiss your nearest and dearest And head to work Work Work Work Of course it is work I have no pleasure in doing this or actually being here God I hate my life Would someone just please shot me now Customer after customer after customer Will this line ever stop Stock up and go home There is nothing here for you now Just go home and forget the day you had and watch some good old stories on the box And wash your mind away Cooking dinner Why is it always me Oh well better get started It is nearly half past three Lost track of time Lost track of my direction I am sitting down and getting older And my prospects aren't looking better I am just getting fatter and fatter And my time on this mortal coil is getting longer and longer Stretching out to the ether Losing all sense of meaning Deflection and rejection Wash down your sorrows and head to bed To do this day all over again
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