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Is this room getting smaller or is it just me?

I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath

Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin

Oh, that’ll learn me, that’ll squeeze out all the sin

This world is bearing down on me like a fish-eye lens

And when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends?

How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy’s work?

I’ve some way to go yet, I’ll finish this one first

Something’s gotta give

I’m a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad

With one eye on the door, playing cards out the back

I’m love me, love me, love me, I’m a small bit of a prick

I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik

Sometimes I can see you shining in the night

There’s Polly and Gillian and your man in the big suit

Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss

And I’m left thinking

I wanna be a better band

I wanna be a better band

This is it, what are you crying for?

This is it, were you expecting more?

This is it, what are you crying for?

This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band

This is it, what are you crying for?

This is it, were you expecting more?

This is it, what are you crying for?

This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band

I wanna be a better band, oh

I wanna be a better band

I wanna be a better band, oh

And shoot fire from my hands

Fire from my hands

Shoot fire from my hands

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