The Police - The Police - Synchronicity

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The Police - The Police - Synchronicity

Another suburban family morning 
Grandmother screaming at the wall 

We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies 
We cant hear anything at all 
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration 
But we all know her suicides are fake 
Daddy only stares into the distance 
Theres only so much more that he can take 
Many miles away 
Something crawls from the slime 
At the bottom of a dark 
Scottish lake 

Another industrial ugly morning 
Tha factory belches filth into the sky 
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today 
He doesnt think to wonder why 
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street 
But all he ever thinks to do is watch 
And every so called meeting with his so called superior 
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch 
Many miles away 
Something crawls to the surface 
Of a dark Scottish loch 

Another working day has ended 
Only the rush hour hell to face 
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes 
Contestants in a suicidal race 
Daddy crips the wheel and stares alone into the distance 
He knows that something somewhere has to break 
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights 
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache 
Many miles away 
Theres a shadow on the door 
Of a cottage on the shore 
Of a dark Scottish lake 

Many miles away 
Many miles away 
Many miles away 
Many miles away 
Many miles away...

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: The Police - The Police - Synchronicity
   The Police - The Police - Synchronicity