this place burns me out with wearisome repetition its suburban cliché weighs heavy on my doldrums and I’m drowning in an ocean of sundays I’ve gone native in the great nocturnal I’m flying solo from now on in but I'll bail out before I’m found out for I have deviated from the norm so blanket me with tar and feathers lead me to the killing floor I’ve had enough of the social system my heart is heavy and my knees are sore
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