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Everybody knows there's an opening There's a silver ring And everybody's even Everybody knows there's an open door There's a running sore And everybody's leaving Everybody's seizing on what everybody's got And everybody's leaving such a lot And everybody's wasting time and everybody knows That everybody's wasting such a lot Everybody knows there's a hungering There's a famine thing As long as it's not me then Everybody knows there's a lack of space In the human race But knowing ain't believing Everybody's seizing on what everybody's got And everybody's leaving such a lot And everybody's wasting time and everybody knows That everybody's wasting such a lot Underneath the mattress lies the fear of being alone Sleeping with a stranger and a broken mobile phone Underneath the bedclothes lies the fear of being alive And o why cry? From Letras Mania