I like walking in the park When it gets late at night I move `round in the dark And leave when it gets light I sit around by day Tied up in chains so tight These crazy words of mine So wrong they could be What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss One of these days youll go back to your home You wont even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else In the end you will submit Its got to hurt a little bit I like talking in my sleep When people work so hard They need what they cant keep A choice that leaves them scarred A room without a view Unveils the truth so soon And when the sun goes down Youve lost what you had What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss One of these days youll go back to your home You wont even notice that you are alone One of these days when you sit by yourself Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else In the end you will submit Its got to hurt a little bit
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