Your life is full of misery
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Well take something for it
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Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
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You trapped me in this corner
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You're breathing it over me
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Next stop's the Royal Infirmary
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The room's started spinning
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I'm finding it hard to breath
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I think I'll have to leave, I need some air
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That little black cloud
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That follows you everywhere's
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Floating my way and it's raining despair
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Now I'm not immune to misery myself
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But it's just a bore in somebody else
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If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself
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You would have nothing to say
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Your life if full of misery
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Well take something for it
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Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
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Your life is full of misery
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Well take something for it
|
Or try to ignore it, don't give it to me
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You trapped me in this corner
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You're breathing it over me
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Next stop's the Royal Infirmary
|
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Now I'm not immune to misery myself
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But it's just a bore in somebody else
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If you weren't allowed to talk of yourself
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You would have nothing to say
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Don't Give It To Me
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| The Proclaimers |
