Life wasn't meant to be easy
In fact it's bloody well hard
Like trying to build a 40 foot yacht -
inside a 30 foot yard
You make your yacht a lot smaller
And think 'That'll do' - so you say
You finish your yacht
Find you're on the spot
'cause they've filled in the whole bloody bay.
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