| David Jones gets up for work, puts on his hair like Captain Kirk
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| Hesitates for breakfast is there poison in his tea
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| Mary’s face, a tattooed frown, she’s outside up but inside down
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| Late again, the bell has rung, she’ll miss assembly
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| Signs her name and says she’s sorry, jobs to get to in a hurry
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| Dodging past the SUVs, not time to watch her 'Q's and 'P's now
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| Anger on the superhighway
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| It’s not like Frank it’s Johnny’s 'My Way'
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| Tell it like; |
| it’s never been so bad
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| Things they’d never say to faces
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| Twist the knife in, belt and braces
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| Tell them of the life they could have had
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| Tell them of the life they could have had
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| The car is sick, it wouldn’t start, it seems to emulate his heart
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| One more bad mark in his book, he’ll soon be losing pay
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| Mary has a house to clean, a tiny tot, a sullen teen
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| Time to head home from her work, to start her 'Groundhog Day'
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| Stretch the breakfast conversation, through the new communication
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| Keyboards tap plastic erosion, filters never trap emotion
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| Anger on the superhighway
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| It’s not like Frank it’s Johnny’s 'My Way'
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| Tell it like; |
| it’s never been so bad
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| Things they’d never say to faces
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| Twist the knife in, belt and braces
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| Tell them of the life they could have had
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| Tell them of the life they could have had
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| People might have heard their story
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| Basking in their former glory
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| Looking for a happy sign
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| So pleased to know they’re doing fine now
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| Anger on the superhighway
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| It’s not like Frank it’s Johnny’s 'My Way'
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| Tell it like; |
| it’s never been so bad
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| Things they’d never say to faces
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| Twist the knife in, belt and braces
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| Tell them of the life they could have had
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| Tell them of the life they could have had |