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You know I'm exactly like everyone else Sometimes I get sick and sometimes I get tired Sometimes I turn ugly it's bad for my health Sometimes I get frantic and think I'm inspired Well now I try to be useful and I try to do good I try to do kindness, act like I should Sometimes I'm downhearted, then far-away friends Will write me a line, will fire me up, and start me running again. Chorus: Just when I feel like I should be dead and gone You make me want to carry on "The cold light of day" and "the heat of the night" Make me wonder if language has turned out quite right The scene is quite normal: a Saturday morning, The breakfast in ruins, the newspaper torn And I'm starting to wish that I'd never been born When a letter comes in with your handwriting on And Chorus A room full of postcards a room with a view I stare at the street just for something to do There's a man on the sidewalk with egg in his hair He's got hands like Des Nilsen, I don't like his stare Everytime I look out of my window he's there But he's only the postman so what do I care? It's just that I seem to be spending all my time Looking for Lot 49 Lot 49