Wake up, start running for your life. Fill the tumbler with the coffee Feed the cat and hit the lights. The steps are ticking counts a beat ahead of you. The steps are keeping time. But I can't complain. I've got a bed I can crawl into. I've got a bottle for the pain. I've got a window shade I can pull right down When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain. I can't complain. Someone will start nipping at your heels. Panic pumps blood through your knees But they don't care how you feel. The little fuckers chewing through the plastic; They're gonna do you in. But I can't complain. I've got a bed I can crawl into. I've got a bottle for the pain. I've got a window shade I can pull right down When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain. I can't complain. And I'm sorry the things I touch, I always damage. And I'm sorry I always act like I can't manage To stop the fuckers chewing through the fabric. They're gonna do me in. But I can't complain. I've got a bed I can crawl into. I've got a bottle for the pain. I've got a window shade I can pull right down When the sky fills up with clouds and it looks like rain. I can't complain.
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