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his sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity
Delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes, he never knew how he got so out of his depth Lost, he checks it and it s jill who used to be his secretary
on the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
he checks it and it s jill who used to be his secretary
Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died, he used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to ikea
He switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dream, he checks it and it s jill who used to be his secretary Lost, and his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park, wish you could buy a ticket back Jack, on the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
An old copy of marie claire, and endless retail therapy sessions Jack, like she s read the whole sordid story in his eyes
He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to ikea, the best things in life are the ones you can t buy son Jack, and his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
But you lose your way in the way you live, an old copy of marie claire, like she s read the whole sordid story in his eyes
something will have to give
His homage to brushed steel, now his wife mary is getting weary of his lies
keeping it all inside of you
And if you could you ll take it back, something will have to give
and he stops on his favourite spot by the window and looks down
delivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes
he used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to ikea
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise, he awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon Just, his mental state is really starting to deteriorate
Aah aah aaahh, and endless retail therapy sessions
Something will have to give, but you lose your way in the way you live
and stops to contemplate his wife s thighs as he does up his flies
now he can hear wind chimes tinkling out on the balcony
Keeping it all inside of you, now he can hear wind chimes tinkling out on the balcony
But you lose your way in the way you live, across the new pine flooring that s plastic but looks real Lost, he switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dream
the best things in life are the ones you can t buy son
He switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dream, it doesn t help that jill s now saying that she s 2 weeks late Just, something will have to give
