A heart
that's full up like a landfill
A job that
slowly kills you
Bruises
that won't heal
You look so
tired and unhappy
Bring down
the government
They don't,
they don't speak for us
I'll take a
quiet life
A handshake
of carbon monoxide
No alarms
and no surprises
No alarms
and no surprises
No alarms
and no surprises
Silent,
silent
This is my
final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms
and no surprises
No alarms
and no surprises
No alarms
and no surprises please
Such a
pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms
and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms
and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms
and no surprises please (let me out of here)
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