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I'm waiting at the bus stop
For a double decker ride
Supermarket checkout boy
Finds his way inside
A shady looking character
His beady eyes on me
I slide into a window seat
And then pretend to read
It's a wild, it's a wild
Wild, wild world
The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain
They're coming at me
At angles that I never knew existed
They ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colors of resistance
It's a runaround on the underground
A cybernetic shopper
With a slight sadistic grin
Pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag
Shuts herself within
A triple quilted chrysalis
Waiting for the sales
A bargain basement butterfly
Going off the rails
It's a wild, it's a wild
Wild, wild world
The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain (take the strain)
They're coming at me
At angles that I never knew existed
They ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colors of resistance
(The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain)
For a double decker ride
Supermarket checkout boy
Finds his way inside
A shady looking character
His beady eyes on me
I slide into a window seat
And then pretend to read
It's a wild, it's a wild
Wild, wild world
The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain
They're coming at me
At angles that I never knew existed
They ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colors of resistance
It's a runaround on the underground
A cybernetic shopper
With a slight sadistic grin
Pulls a zipper on her sleeping bag
Shuts herself within
A triple quilted chrysalis
Waiting for the sales
A bargain basement butterfly
Going off the rails
It's a wild, it's a wild
Wild, wild world
The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain (take the strain)
They're coming at me
At angles that I never knew existed
They ain't gonna get me
I'm building up my colors of resistance
(The hardest thing is holding on
Holding on and take the strain)
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