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Some are fathers, some are fucked Some are happy, some get hurt Some have children, getting married Some of them fresh out of luck Some have everything planned out Some will live a life devoted to The crushing sense of doubt That they've only just afforded And these children getting married They are only getting started There's a crime, it's systematic Hide their worries in the attic The life they live is real There's no better way to feel That everything's under control Chocolates and smiles take their toll I'm not well, I'm struggling to cope But who in their right mind, would want to cope? Who would want to cope? I'm not well, I'm struggling to cope But who in their right mind, would want to cope? Some fill their faces with distractions Suffer in reality But you're never safe and sound When you're lying through your teeth About the truth that you can't run from You're spying on the window Where you tell yourself, "It's fine, this happens all the time" Some are sighing in the shower Only place that you can cower Now, it's time to make the day But after sleeping with the lights on Doesn't matter either way If you're really there at all And you're not allowed to say That you're not coping with it all But life flies by, in the twinkle of an eye So hurry me, hurry me And make me think of something better So hurry me, hurry me And make me think of something better And there's nothing you can do But accept there's fucking hell Now, you're not feeling very well But life flies by, in the twinkle of an eye So hurry me, hurry me And make me think of something better