When I wake in the morning 
Of a bad skin day 
And I can't face my lover 
On a bad skin day 
Am I this alone? 
Volcano has erupted 
And the ash sails down 
And I'm a poor soul of Pompeii 
Oh Christ I'm such a drama queen 
On a bad skin day 

And you're far from me 
You're all far from me 
Right where I want you to be 
Far from me 

I could've got a job 
I could've been a contender, when I never… 
But the streak is only so long 
They're all different shades 
Of the same song 
There's a wind in these sails, feels like I'm always waiting… 
For the gold in them there hills, feels like I'm never… 
Them there hills 

And they're far from me 
Someday we'll all wear a crown 
Far from me 
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all 
So far from me 
Someday we'll have an 
Open top bus parade 
For from me 
Someday we'll do the 
Sorry sorry charade 

It feels like we're always waiting 
It feels like we're never leading
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