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I THINK TOO MUCHON THINGS I WANT TOO MUCHIT MAKES ME HATEFULAND I SAY STUPID THINGSONLY YOU CAN FILL MY BLANK HEARTAND I’M RESIGNED TO THAT I WISH THE SUNCOULD JUST KEEP ME WARMAND I’M RESIGNED TO THATI’LL FORGET TO BREATHE SOMEDAYI’VE NEVER STOPPED TO THINK WHY

WASH WITH NEW SOAP BEHIND THE COLLARKEEPS A CLEAN MENTAL STATEDON’T USUALLY BOTHER IN COLD WEATHERBUT STILL I’M GETTING INTO WORK LATEAND I DON’T NEED THE PRACTISE [CHORUS]I’VE BEEN MAKING PLANS (FOR THE FUTURE)BECOME AN UNCONCIOUS MAN (ALL FOR THE GOOD)FEEL SO UNECESSARY (WE DON’T THINK SO, YOU SEEM STARSHAPED) I HAVE A COUPLE AT

ONLY THE MAGICAL TRANSIT CHILDREN SING, SING THE LULLABY BAH BAHBAH,SITTING ON THE PAVEMENT SUCKING ON A LONG STRAW, IT’S COLOURFUL,IT IS COLOURFUL, BUT IT WASHES YOU OUT. HERE IS MY VIOLENCE AND HERE IS THE EXCUSE, I LEARNT IT ALL BUTONLY SECOND HANDFALLING INTO WALLS WELL, WHAT IS IT WITH YOU, YOU’D NEVER KNOW,NEVER

SUNDAY SUNDAY HERE AGAIN IN TIDY ATTIREYOU READ THE COLOUR SUPPLEMENT, THE TV GUIDEYOU DREAM OF PROTEIN ON A PLATE, REGRET YOU LEFT IT QUITE SO LATETOGETHER THE FAMILY AROUND THE TABLE, TO EAT ENOUGH TO SPEEPOH THE SUNDAY SLEEP SUNDAY SUNDAY HERE AGAIN A WALK IN THE PARKYOU MEET AN OLD SOLDIER AND TALK

He’s a twentieth century boyWith his hands on the rails