Always on the run, summer with out sun,
could you be the glue to hold me in place ready for the kill,
Ready for the firing squad to shoot at will.
Generation x settled for second best,
3 bedrooms semi detached and a rain cloud with out a view.
A need to be someone else
With only a soul destroyin 9 to 5 for less then the rent,
heaven sent
and a ever growin fear that you'll always be alone a little to far from home
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