The comforting ache
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Of the summer holidays
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Pointless days pining
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Afternoons whining
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The suburbs scream
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At passers by
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They scream of escape
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A mute siren
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In wasted light
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Hope takes flight
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I don’t mind losing self-respect
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I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again
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I’m stifled tonight, which is fine
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I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again
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Billboards evanesce
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Under regular beams of light
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Toothpaste smiles
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Don’t seem so bright
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Homogenize!
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Don’t revise!
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I don’t mind losing self-respect.
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I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.
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I’m thwarted tonight, which is fine
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You see I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again
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The kids are sick again.
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Nothing to look forward to
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They jumped the cliff again
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Future sinks beneath the blue.
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The kids are sick again.
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Nothing to look forward to
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They jumped the cliff again
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Future sinks beneath the blue.
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The kids are sick again.
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Nothing to look forward to
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They jumped the cliff again
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Future sinks beneath the blue.
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The kids are sick again.
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Nothing to look forward to.
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The Kids Are Sick Again
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| Maximo Park |
