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I could happily spend the next 20 years circling Jack London Square
But would jack shit be all I ever found there?

Only three years ago
These things seemed so out of reach
Never to be was me

You'd moan and grease about a big fat freak
But you never saw me right at your feet

Now the road is blocked and the car's conked out
I knew the way home until you tried to help me

I need it black
And I need it white

I need your words

I don't know what it's like being right
These thoughts are just so confusing
I'd hate to fight

I don't want to sing and I don't want to plead
Sometimes I wonder if this is my worst need
But greed changes things
Though always for the worse

I hope you're having a nice evening
I hope you're forgetting
Realising
This exaggeration of my whole life

If Little Wendy ever calls you out
I hope you'll be there
Please be there