Elevator Operator

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  Oliver Paul, twenty years old
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Thick head of hair, worries he's 
going bald
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  Wakes up at quarter past nine
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Fair evades his way down the 96 tram
 line
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Breakfast on the run again, he's 
well aware
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He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite 
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crumbs everywhere
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  Feeling sick at the sight of his 
computer
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He dodges his way through the 
Swanston commuters
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Rips off his tie, hands it to a 
homeless man
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Sleeping in the corner of a metro 
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bus stand and he screams

"I'm not going to work today
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Going to count the minutes that the 
trains run late
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  Sit on the grass building 
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pyramids out of Coke cans"
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Headphone wielding to the Nicholas 
building
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He trips on a pothole that's not 
been filled in
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He waits for an elevator, one to 
nine
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A lady walks in and waits by his 
side
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Her heels are high and her bag is 
snakeskin
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Hair pulled so tight you can see her
 skeleton
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Vickers perfume on her breath
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A tortoise shell necklace between 
her breasts
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She looks him up and down with a 
botox frown
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He's well used to that look by now
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The elevator dings and they 
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awkwardly step in
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Their fingers touch on the 
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rooftop button
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Don't jump little boy, don't jump 
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off that roof
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You've got your whole life ahead of
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 you, you're still in your youth
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I'd give anything to have skin 
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like you
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He said "I think you're projecting 
the way that you're feeling
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I'm not suicidal, just idling 
insignificantly
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I come up here for perception and 
clarity
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I like to imagine I'm playing 
SimCity
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All the people look like ants from
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 up here
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And the wind's the only traffic 
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you can hear"
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He said "All I ever wanted to be
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Was an elevator operator, can you
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 help me please?"
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Don't jump little boy, don't jump 
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off that roof
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You've got your whole life ahead of
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 you, you're still in your youth
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I'd give anything to have skin 
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like you
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Don't jump little boy, don't jump 
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off that roof
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You've got your whole life ahead of
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 you, you're still in your youth
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I'd give anything to have skin 
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like you

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