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I wear, You down, I walk into the room, And it gets much colder. Each limb's, A tonne, Then my hundredweight head, And I sink through the carpet. I am sunk, So low. What's the matter with you? You wear your monday morning face, I know, You think i'm a waste of your time, hello, I'm no-one you'd want to meet. I grind you down, I walk into the room, And it gets much darker. Each limb's, A tonne, Then my hundredweight head, And I sink through the carpet. Songtexte I am sunk, So low. What's the matter with you? You wear your monday morning face, I know, You think i'm a waste of your time, hello, I'm no-one you'd want to meet. Aus Songtexte Mania