Oh la-di-da
All is great, but it's okay to be unhappy, David
You're allowed to curl up in bed, sleep off the debt
In second hand, middle class adventure land
And i wonder when
They will ask us to leave here
I gladly walk away
I don't have anything nice to say
I wouldn't know where to stop
Tiny snowflake
Who made your shape?
I'm thinking of you
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Oh la-di-da
I'm in the lobby, looking for the words to sate me
My shirt is too wide, my shoes are too old
But I fit through the door, didn't I?
Never dressed for the occasion
Caught without pants on in the backstage room
They will ask me to sing soon
And I let them walk away
Unless there's anything else to say
I pull my pants up and go
Tiny snowflake
Who made your shape?
I'm thinking of you
Until they stop sniffing glue
Until the weather improves
Until this windowless room, making monsters of men
Will make out of me whatever I'll be
I'm thinking of you
When they ask me to leave here
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Oh la-di-da
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Oh la-di-da
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Oh la-di-da