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Oliver Paul, twenty years oldThick head of hair, worries he's going baldWakes up at quarter past nineFair evades his way down the 96 tram lineBreakfast on the run again, he's well awareHe's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhereFeeling sick at the sight of his computerHe dodges his way through the Swanston commutersRips off his tie, hands it to a homeless manSleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams"I'm not going to work todayGoing to count the minutes that the trains run lateSit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans"Headphone wielding to the Nicholas buildingHe trips on a pothole that's not been filled inHe waits for an elevator, one to nineA lady walks in and waits by his sideHer heels are high and her bag is snakeskinHair pulled so tight you can see her skeletonVickers perfume on her breathA tortoise shell necklace between her breastsShe looks him up and down with a botox frownHe's well used to that look by nowThe elevator dings and they awkwardly step inLetras de cancionesTheir fingers touch on the rooftop buttonDon't jump little boy, don't jump off that roofYou've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youthI'd give anything to have skin like youHe said "I think you're projecting the way that you're feelingI'm not suicidal, just idling insignificantlyI come up here for perception and clarityI like to imagine I'm playing SimCityAll the people look like ants from up hereAnd the wind's the only traffic you can hear"He said "All I ever wanted to beWas an elevator operator, can you help me please?"Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roofYou've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youthI'd give anything to have skin like youDon't jump little boy, don't jump off that roofYou've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youthI'd give anything to have skin like you From Letras Mania