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Just what nobody wanted, |
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I'm just what nobody wanted. |
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I think that life has got it in for me, |
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Can you please tell me who's to blame? |
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For all the bills upon my mat - |
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They breed and grow then eat the cat. |
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Where they come from |
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I don't know, |
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I stare at them but they won't go! |
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It seems that life's a big frustration, |
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Why is everybody out to bring me down? |
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There has to be a simple explanation, |
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Why failure is the fashion every time |
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I come to town. |
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If life is sweet - then |
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I'm diabetic |
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The future looks rosy - |
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I just went colourblind. |
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This all seems to be some mass conspiracy, |
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So I demand the right to know, |
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If there's a |
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God up there, how come he seems to care |
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For every little bird and bee, but couldn't give a damn for me. |
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It seems that life's a big frustration, |
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Why is everybody out to bring me down? |
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There has to be a simple explanation, |
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Why failure is the fashion every time |
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I come to town. |
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If high hopes were bank notes, |
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I'd own all of |
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England And teardrops were diamonds, |
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Then I'd be a millionaire. |
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Just what nobody wanted, |
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I'm just what nobody wanted. |
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You say I'm purely being paranoid, |
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I beg to differ - it's not true. |
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Shit just seems to hit the fan, |
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Every time |
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I make a plan. |
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Grand design to small detail, |
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All I do is doomed to fail. |
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It seems that life's a big frustration, |
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Why is everybody out to bring me down? |
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There has to be a simple explanation, |
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Why failure is the fashion every time |
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I come to town. |
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If life is sweet - then |
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I'm diabetic, |
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The future looks rosy - |
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I just went colourblind. |
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I'm just what nobody wanted at all. |
