was always waiting for the crush
the car to drive right through the shops
to call in sick and late for work
and take a holidaywas always tangled up in knots
to keep myself from speaking up
but no one's listening anyway
just trying to bribe meand if it's alright, then what are we doing here
and if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear
and if it's alright, I'll tell you 'cause you'll never understand
and if it's alright, I'll beg you, because I'm a begging kind of mantoday I wrote a bad cheque
packed a bag and took a jet
but no-one's looking anway
I hope they miss mesometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Million Dollar Question
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