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Labour we delight in physics pain
See this failing city, feel the strain.
All the lights we had and all our hopes
Fade away, while we get stoned.

Life is passing by my windowpane
Summer breeze, please, blow my way!
All the bleeding hearts and all the saints
Lost their way and forgot my face.

Winter came and my life went off
Such a stupid life to be proud of.
She’s now at some lame sunny place
That’s why I can’t tie my damn shoelace…