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Staring down the barrel of another day to fill I know I should call you but I don't think that I will Spend the morning writing lines I'll probably delete Wet hair on my shoulders dripping onto my seat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Walking through the gardens watching people in the wild Living for the weekend with a mortgage and a child Staring down the barrel of another working week Rendering the freedom that you feel now obsolete Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat Repeat! (Staring down the barrel) Repeat! (Staring down the barrel) Repeat! (Staring down the barrel) Repeat! (Staring down the barrel) Existential crisis on a Sunday afternoon Blame it on the internet, blame it on the moon On every expectation that I know I cannot meet Waiting on a revelation staring at the street.