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Am I still ill?
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Ill-housed and ill-advised
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But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill
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All that we hope
Is when we go
Our skin
And our blood
And our bones
Don't get in your way
Making you ill
The way they did
When we lived
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The black peat of the hills
When I was still ill
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I'm too tired, I'm so sick and tired.
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today.
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Or else I'm gonna be sick
Sick all over
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I am sick and I am dull
And I am plain
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I'm so very sickened
Oh, I am so sickened now
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I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labor, and Tories
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In my own strange way
I've always been true to you
In my own sick way
I'll always stay true to you
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Seasick Yet Still Docked
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Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck
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And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greed
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Sick down to my heart. That's just the way it goes
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The note I wrote
As she read, she said
"Has the Perrier gone
Straight to my head
Or is life sick and cruel, instead?"
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You get drunk all day
And you're sick all night
Is this the sum of your life?
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But even I
As sick as I am
I would never be you
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The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me sad again
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Scene Six: This country is making me sick
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