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Everybody knows theres an opening
Theres a silver ring
And everybodys even
Everybody knows theres an open door
Theres a running sore
And everybodys leaving
Everybodys seizing on what everybodys got
And everybodys leaving such a lot
And everybodys wasting time and everybody knows
That everybodys wasting such a lot
Everybody knows theres a hungering
Theres a famine thing
As long as its not me then
Everybody knows theres a lack of space
In the human race
But knowing aint believing
Everybodys seizing on what everybodys got
And everybodys leaving such a lot
And everybodys wasting time and everybody knows
That everybodys wasting such a lot
Underneath the mattress lies the fear of being alone
Sleeping with a stranger and a broken mobile phone
Underneath the bedclothes lies the fear of being alive
And o why cry?