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The comforting ache Of the summer holidays Pointless days pining Afternoons whining The suburbs scream At passers-by The scream of escape A new siren Wasted lives Hope takes flight I don't mind Losing self-respect I've done it before And I'll do it again I'm stifled tonight Which is fine I've done it before And I'll do it again I'm hotter than this Under regular beams of light toothpaste smiles Don't seem so bright I'm marching on |