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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=85966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cardaic Arrest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardiac Arrest<br>Papers in the morning<br>Bowler hat on head<br>Walking to the bus stop<br>He's longing for his bed<br>Waiting with his neighbours<br>In the rush-hour queue<br>Got to get the first bus<br>So much for him to do<br>He's got to hurry got to get his seat<br>Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet<br>Ten more minutes till he gets there<br>The crossword's nearly done<br>It's getting so hard these days<br>Not nearly so much fun<br>His mind wanders to the office<br>His telephone, desk and chair<br>He's been happy with the company<br>They've treated him real fair<br>Think of seven letters begin and end in 'C'<br>Like a big American car but misspelt with a 'D'<br>I wish this bus'd get a move on<br>Driver's taking his time<br>I just don't know I'll be late<br>Oh dear, what will the boss say?<br>Pull yourself together now<br>Don't get in a state<br>Don't you worry, there's no hurry<br>It's a lovely day<br>Could all be going your way<br>Take the doc's advice<br>Let up, enjoy your life<br>Listen to what they say<br>It's not a game they play<br>Never get there at this rate<br>He's caught up in a jam<br>There's a meeting this morning<br>It's just his luck, oh damn<br>His hand dives in his pocket<br>For his handkerchief<br>Pearls of sweat on his bowler<br>His pulse-beat seems so brief<br>Eyes fall on his wrist-watch, the seconds pass real slow<br>Gasping for the hot air but the chest pain it won't go<br>Tried to ask for help<br>But can't seem to speak a word<br>Words are whispered frantically<br>But don't seem to be heard<br>What about the wife and kids?<br>They all depend on me<br>We're so sorry, we told you not to hurry<br>Now it's just too late<br>You've got a certain date<br>We thought we made it clear<br>We all voiced our inner fears<br>We left it up to you<br>There's nothing we can do</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Madness - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Papers in the morning
Bowler hat on head
Walking to the bus stop
He's longing for his bed
Waiting with his neighbours
In the rush-hour queue
Got to get the first bus
So much for him to do
He's got to hurry got to get his seat
Can't ..."></div>
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