Lay with your lips touching the ground
Don't let them bastards grind you down
Only looking for a substitution
For the life in which he's found
No money back, no guarantee
Been working hard since seventeen
Spent all your time on the last conclusion
Nothing in this life comes free
I've tried to roll the dice too many times
But I did not succeed
In spite of paradise, the world looked down
Upon my self esteem
What does it mean?
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Dreams of a life beneath the trees
Green grass and possibilities
Spend time enslaved to the constitution
For the poor boy of seventeen
Working your arse off becomes a phase
Regrets equate to your good old days
Think he's in need of saline solution
To escape the wounds he's made
I've tried to set the sun but
No one's come to take my blues away
In spite of everything I did for it
I won't enjoy my stay
Oh, not today
Sent to me through glistening teeth
He left his jaw beneath her
5am and the curtain's calling
He'll still be pinging Saturday Morning
Left his head beneath the sheets
'Cause he's too tired to sleep, oh
Nights in town never end enthralling
You're always pinging Saturday Morning
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Sent to me through glistening teeth
He left his jaw beneath her
5am and the curtain's calling
He'll still be pinging Saturday Morning
Left his head beneath the sheets
'Cause he's too tired to sleep, oh
Nights in town never end enthralling
You're always pinging Saturday Morning, yeah