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"Ants"

Today I had another small talk
I chose a paragraph ‘bout hockey and weather
O’Byrne sucks and it’s been three days of rain
I’m institutionalized, hence no more sane
The dawn has broken, the coffee’s done
I’ll try not to fall asleep
To your mind-numbing boredom

A torn up page of a tabloid
Filled sudoku squares and unread news
Exxon and Déby shake hands in Chad
Who cares when Aniston gossips on Brad?
The town has gone blind, and I’m gone wild
I’ll try not to savage everything
As I refuse to be a grown-up child

As I refuse to be a grown-up child

From way up high, they seem so little
Busy ants on their anthill
Blustering wind, it’s getting chill
I don’t feel so good

Not feeling sound
I hit the ground
Bystanders circling around
I’m falling down
I’m fucking bound
To the life I frown upon

Not feeling sound at all, I’m falling down

I patch my wings with hope and duct tape
I try to rise back in  the skies
But gravity retaliates

Not feeling sound
I hit the ground
Bystanders circling around
I’m falling down
I’m fucking bound
To the life I frown upon

Not feeling sound
I hit the ground
Bystanders circling around
I’m falling down
I’m fucking bound
To the life I frown upon

Thanks to Jules for these lyrics

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