I wear you down
I walk into the room
And it gets much colder
Each limb, a ton
Then my hundredweight head
And I sink through the carpet
I am sunk
So low
What's the matter with you?
You wear your Monday morning face
I know, you think I'm a waste of your time
Hello, I'm no one you'd want to meet
I grind you down
I walk into the room
And it gets much darker
Each limb, a ton
Then my hundredweight head
And I sink through the carpet
I am sunk
So low
What's the matter with you?
You wear your Monday morning face
I know, you think I'm a waste of your time
Hello, I'm no one you'd want to meet

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