Forty minutes from one end to another
Still another twenty til home
Headphones cater for my self-pity
So glad to be alone
To have been brave to make demands
Say what I want done
To have blocked out the words
That ruin my fun
Throwing my body down on the bed
Tomorrow another 24 hours
I'll sleep when I'm dead
For now I live out my worries
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