At the end of the weekend
It's hard to stand tall
At the end of the weekend

It's hard to stand tall
When you spend every waking moment
Staring at the same crack in the wall

If you like feeling lucky
There's some strangers to call
If you like feeling lucky
There's some strangers to call
If you lose your concentration
Staring at the same crack in the wall

There's a tick in your pocket
There's a flame on your wall
There's a rip in this ticket
And a stain on it all

I know of a place you could visit
I know of a place you could visit
When everyone's stepping on your toes
They breathe in your bubble and wait for it to blow
And if you turn for a moment
That crack is in your skull
No don't turn for a moment
Or that crack is in your skull

If you lose your concentration
Staring at the same crack in the wall

If you lose your concentration

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