August
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A heart thats full up like a landfill, A job that slowly kills you, Bruises that wont heal You were so tired, happy, Bring down the government, They dont, they dont speak for her Ill take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please
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