Perfect

It's a chilly English winter
 And solitude is never easy to maintain
 Except when it rains
 So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes
 And go out for a walk
 The wet morning sun reflects off the paving stones
 While a little dog barks its head off
 In the distance
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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 Passing by a cemetery
 I think of all the little hopes and dreams
 That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil
 I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh
 He tells himself he was a good man and did good things
 Amused and confused by life's little ironies
 He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation
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 People turn around with unseeing eyes
 They're looking for something that doesn't exist
 The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
 No one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
 The future is now, but it's all going wrong
 Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong
 People say their prayers and some work hard
 If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts
 This town ain't going like a ghost town
 It's going like hell
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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 Oh, what a perfect day to think about myself
 My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
 What is there to fear from such a regular world?