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William by the windowsill

Was gazing at the big blue hill

Far beyond this cold and busy town

I hate the people down below

What are they up to I don’t know

The eggs are just sizzling in the pan

There’s nothing that I’d rather like to do

Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof

And whistle all the saddest tunes

I couldn’t stand before but now I yearn for more

William by the windowsill

Was longing for the big blue pill

That will make it go away

Now that it is summertime

All he wants to do is die

And burn the sun-tanned beach boys

By the shore

«my mother is a bitch you know»

William thought and hoped for snow

That suffocates and buries him alive

If there’s nothing to win then what is there to lose?

Postmen don’t deliver some good news wrapped up in silver

And I bet I shouldn’t think

'bout my t-shirt that I shrunk

'cause I washed it in the sink

There’s nothing that I’d rather like to do

Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof

There’s nothing that I’d rather like to do

Than stick my head into the gutter of the roof

And whistle all the saddest tunes

I couldn’t stand before but now I yearn for more

Oh well the young men

Ain’t nothing in this world these days

Oh well the young men

Ain’t nothing in this world these days

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