Elevator Operator

	  		 
 


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  Oliver Paul, twenty years old 

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Thick head of hair, worries he's going bald 

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  Wakes up at quarter past nine 

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Fair evades his way down the 96 tram line 

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Breakfast on the run again, he's well aware 

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He's dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere 

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  Feeling sick at the sight of his computer 

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He dodges his way through the Swanston commuters 

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Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man 

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Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand and he screams 


"I'm not going to work today 

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Going to count the minutes that the trains run late 

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  Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans" 

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Headphone wielding to the Nicholas building 

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He trips on a pothole that's not been filled in 

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He waits for an elevator, one to nine 

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A lady walks in and waits by his side 

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Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin 

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Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton 

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Vickers perfume on her breath 

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A tortoise shell necklace between her breasts 

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She looks him up and down with a botox frown 

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He's well used to that look by now 

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The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in 

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Their fingers touch on the rooftop button 

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof 

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth 

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I'd give anything to have skin like you 

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He said "I think you're projecting the way that you're feeling 

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I'm not suicidal, just idling insignificantly 

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I come up here for perception and clarity 

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I like to imagine I'm playing SimCity 

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All the people look like ants from up here 

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And the wind's the only traffic you can hear" 

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He said "All I ever wanted to be 

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Was an elevator operator, can you help me please?" 

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof 

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth 

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I'd give anything to have skin like you 

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Don't jump little boy, don't jump off that roof 

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You've got your whole life ahead of you, you're still in your youth 

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I'd give anything to have skin like you 

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