You've got your lucky ticket, But your two years out of date, You’ve seen my line with you upon it, Are you sure it’s gone to pot? As you're crashing in, I can't get out my bed, My soul snores deep with in, Sat behind the hot tin wall The future's trapped inside a wishing well, But you've no change to spare, Ding ding, it's your final bell, What you gonna spend it on now? Open you mouth, but do not speak, Your silent words still deafen me, It's freezing and you can't handle the heat, You’re sitting on the fence again. I've asked you to talk about freedom, But you've got a limit on how much, The World spins it all gets dumped, Dumped upon our children’s heads.Birth sign: Aquarius
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