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Living in a house with your mates and a mouse
That runs around the kitchen
To living in a flat with your girl and a cat
Her pictures fixtures and fittings
Blocked any feelings that I'd found
In the rain old town ... London
There I'd go man burning slow man
Missing more than hitting
Sinking low in a caffeine glow
And daytime television
Any fear I'd hide behind
Like a mouse in a hole
All tunnel vision. Singing...
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Like one big dream that worked out real
It came right at me wailing
It ram down my street
Scraping its teeth along my mental railings
Saying waking up time
Waking up time
Saying waking up time
Waking up time
Remember this thing so well
"This is the here and all you've got now"
So ready or not, go get your something
Singing...
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Yeah
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Is this my life?
Then it's killing me somewhere
It's killing me somewhere
Yeah
Yeah
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
Is this my life?
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