Miracle man - such pitiful hands

Undermining my plans and truths

Don't need no television

Telling me what should be done

Neither should you



All I want from life

Is a car that I can drive

Home from work - late at night

From my 9 to 5

And If I don't survive 

I guess all I want from life

Is to know that I tried before I died



Setting the scene

Ripped from a magazine from the day before

Such pointless info

Over and Over and Over again

Your fumbling to make amends

Just let it go

Now it's in the way that you shake your head at me

Now it's in the way that you make your bed for me



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