Dan Tindall: Music

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What a strange and weirdly roundabout world
Where what was right is suddenly quite wrong
Where I am down when everything looks good
And happy when I'm feeling fucked inside
I hate this mess
This hopeless farce
I'm glad this day is over
Now keep your word
And kindly keep your distance

A broken glass with a strange refraction
I'm sure that I have been here once before
On the top deck of this empty omnibus
In the dirty yellow wavering inside light
But somehow I am not the same
I'm black and blue and beaten
Now keep your word
And kindly keep your distance

Step into the road and watch as the cars collide
It's a miracle that nobody has died
This may be the curse of your wretched life
And what's left of you is choking
And drowning
And scarred

And truth be told I feel so very tired
And melancholy now sleeps in my bed
I'd end it all but you know I lack the nerve
For like all sinners I am too afraid
I hate this mess
This hopeless farce
I'm glad this day is over
Now keep your word
And kindly keep your distance