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All on my own and I just can't cope |
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I haven't seen a hot dinner or a bar of soap |
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Since you left me bereft of hope |
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Now all I ever seem to do |
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Is mope around my tiny little council flat |
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Nothing up my sleeve, nothing under my hat |
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And the clock just keeps on ticking |
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There's nobody here but this chicken |
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And the clock just keeps on ticking |
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There's noboty here but us chickens |
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All on my own and it echoes when I cough |
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My life seems to flutter by like a moth |
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Shaking all the empty cans, nothing but froth |
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Nothing to cook with and nothing to eat off |
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Came the wheels, down fell the facade |
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I thrilled to your squeals as I twisted my blade |
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And the clock just keeps on ticking |
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There's nothing here but this chicken |
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And the clock just keeps on ticking |
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There's nobody here but us chickens |