| Late night broadcast
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| The TV looks at me with its blue eyes
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| No matter how often I change the channel
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| I can’t escape that gaze
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| No matter how many times I look in the fridge
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| It’s the same answer, an answer I’m used to hearing
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| The timelimit is about up I need more time, let me be Oh no, this is a parody
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| But to me, it’s my life story
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| Without waiting for me, the clock
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| Pretends not to know anything
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| I know, it’s a common story
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| But to me, it’s my life story
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| Not being some copy of someone else
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| I’ll write the rest of it from now
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| Facing the same way with everyone else
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| It’s the freeway
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| It’s just a coincidence
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| When the road split, it was sudden
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| Hurry me to the seventh floor, please
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| The elevator is unusually small
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| But no one else is here, so I feel safe
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| Set me free from thoughtfulness
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| Oh no, everything’s a parody
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| But to everyone, it’s a true story
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| Without putting any strength into it You pretend that you don’t need anything
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| I know a couple that looks just like us But they do nothing but argue
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| Without putting much priority on it
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| I’ll read the rest of it from now
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| Oh no, this is probably a parody
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| I’m sure for someone, it’s a fake story
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| I can’t wear any shoes but my own
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| That’s alright, since I can walk like that
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| I know, it’s a common story
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| But to me, it’s a real story
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| Without waiting for the rest of it
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| I’ll go to see you from now |