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I close my eyes and then I count to ten,
shake some hands and I feel ashamed,
I'm in control that I am out of time
I lost the need for any desire.
I had ambition but it slipped away,
in holy goodness it is here to stay,
it's not about us anymore, it's not about us,
about us anymore.
I close my eyes and then I count to ten,
I open them up and I shut them again,
look at the crowd and then forget my part,
back to memory and then back to the start,
back to the start.
Back to some familiar song,
back to reality, back to fuck-all,
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it's not about us anymore, it's not about us,
about us anymore.
I close my eyes and then I count to ten,
sign some papers and then they are my friends,
attempt to make a bed, my skin aches,
not even massage can make my body straight,
my body straight.
I count to ten and pretend I'm home,
just a job I get well paid for,
it's not about us anymore, it's not about us,
about us anyway.
I close my eyes...
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