I'm gonna write a happy ending
Cos real life ain't that hot
For all I laugh and love and cry
Myself's still all I've got
And though I like my company
There's others I like more
But all that's free to come to me
Is the bloody office bore
Who talks of golf and holes in one
And darts and teams and shit
And though I try to listen in
It don't interest me one bit
And so I sit at home and type
And create my perfect home
Where no one cries and no one dies
And I'm not here alone
And though I know it's fantasy
As I lie awake in bed
I think I much prefer to live
In the world inside my head
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