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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A bum and a bucket of concrete
Beneath a crack in the slabs of the
Gotham-grey freeway to me
Where have I found myself
Friends in far places
Scroll through pictures of faces
Huh, they all have these ends now
Those pictures don’t look like my friends somehow
[Chorus]
Oh
There I go again
I can’t shake the grim
I'm critical and filled to the brim
[Verse 2]
Well, missing the sea cliffs
I bought a couple of small fish
But a week and they’d got in this big fight
One tore the other to bits
Poor, poor fish
Must it always come down to this
This fight to exist
Must it always come down to this
[Bridge]
Man, fuck
[Chorus]
But there I go again
I can’t shake the grim
I'm critical and filled to the brim
But then again, then again
[Outro]
Figure is drawn on and on
Figure is drawn on and on
Figure is drawn on and on
Figure is drawn on and on