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I like walking in the park

When it gets late at night

I move 'round in the dark

And leave when it gets light

I sit around by day

Tied up in chains so tight

These crazy words of mine

So wrong they could be right

What do I get out of this

I always try I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

I like talking in my sleep

When people work so hard

They need what they can keep

A choice that leaves them scarred

A view without a room

Unveils the truth so soon

And when the sun goes down

You've lost what you had found

What do I get out of this

I always try I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this

I always try I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone

One of these days when you sit by yourself

You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else

In the end you will submit

It's got to hurt you a little bit

What do I get out of this

I always try I always miss

One of these days you'll go back to your home

You won't even notice that you are alone