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THEY WOULDN'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT MY LIFE

Anger at slow e-mailers
Floor covered with newspapers, chairs stacked high with folders
Long slow commute with the earbuds in
"Roll with it, flow with it, f*** around and just roll biscuits"
Constantly shutting down in the middle of conversation
But coming on back with a warm smile

I'm just singing here at my desk in the early noise
Of bags being rummaged through in the kitchen by who knows what
(Awake son)
Long periods of staring
That's my national anthem you're sampling