Yesterday I spent asleep
Woke up in my clothes in a dirty heap
Spent the night trying to make a deadline
Squeezing complicated lines into a simple source file
I have your face on top some old source notes
Tidying the childrens clothes and toys
You smiling back at me I took the source notes from the fridge
Can't remember what Emily did
Haven't been with a woman, it feels like, for years
Thought of you the whole time, your salty tears
This shitty world sometimes produces a program
The stdout of it lingers but then it just goes

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The worst of us are a long drawn-out confession
The best of us are geniuses of mathematical compression
You say you're not gonna leave the truth alone
I'm here 'cause I don't wanna go home
Child drinking dirty water from a riverbank
Programmer brings oranges he got out from a store
Waiting on the other, he's taking a while to come
Watching the sun go down on Programming

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Now I got a head like a lit cigarette
Unholy clouds reflect in a minaret
So high above me, higher than everyone
Where are you in the cedars of Programming?
Choose your enemies carefully, 'cause they will define you
Make them interesting 'cause in some ways they will mind you
They're not there in the beginning but when your story ends
Gonna last with you longer than your friends