A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.
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
and such a pretty garden.
No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.
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sorry mummy, tak dapat nak call suda..kredit tak cukup ( x de duit nak topup )..hehe..bukan tak ingat..bukan tak sayang..tapi maybe kalau jarang call ni dia tambah perasaan rindu di hati..kan, kan, kan..walaupun jauh di mata tapi sentiasa dekat di hati..=p
kepada mummy jugak..semoga sihat selalu di sana..n doakan kejayaan lyn supaya mendapat result SPM yang cemerlang...:)
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