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Was always waiting for the crush The car to drive right through the shops To call in sick and late at work And take a holiday Was always tangled up in knots To keep myself from speaking up But no one's listening anyway Just trying to bribe me And if it's alright Then what are we doing here? And if it's alright This place is gassed by fear And if it's alright I'll tell you cos you never understand And if it's alright I'll beg you 'Cause I'm a begging kind of man Today I wrote a bad cheque Packed a bag and took a jet And no one's looking anyway I hope you miss me (Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake) From Letras Mania