| Everybody' tired and wasted
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| Unsatisfied and pale like death
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| No one looks like all the models
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| Of h&m the mood is bad
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| Sometimes you can hear some laughter
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| But when you look a bit too close
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| You see all these happy people
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| Have a white line underneath their nose
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| All this wouldn’t be so bad
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| If it wasn’t raining all the time
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| Six weeks a month of pms
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| The undertaker’s doin' fine
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Rain and taxes and no prozac
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| Tell me, where’s the fun
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| Space is tight under the bridges
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| Booze is cheap and soon you’ll find
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| Nothing bad to see in your life
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| But you’re not happy, you’re just blind
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| And the very happy few
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| Who still got a job to do
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| Work a hundred hours a week
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| Until they get fired, too
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| Depression is that one disease
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| We all have, and aching knees
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| But thanks to tv we can handle
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| Our suicidal tendencies
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Rain and taxes and no prozac
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| Tell me, where’s the fun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Rain and taxes and no prozac
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| Tell me, where’s the fun
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| When your car is old and dirty
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| The police think that you smoke pot
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| When it’s nice and clean just hide it
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| To make sure you won’t get robbed
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Rain and taxes and no prozac
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| Tell me, where’s the fun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun
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| All the millionaires are cryin'
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| Money is on the run
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| Everybody’s waiting for the sun |