Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed
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And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
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Janitors padlock the gates
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For security guards to patrol
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And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
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While the married ones turn on a chat show
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And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
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Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore
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Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go
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And by five o'clock everything's dead
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And every third car is a cab
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And ignorant people sleep in their beds
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Like the doped white mice in the college lab
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Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
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The needle returns to the start of the song
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And we all sing along like before
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
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Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there
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The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
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Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day
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And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
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Just survive constant action replay
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Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
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The needle returns to the start of the song
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And we all sing along like before
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
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Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
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While angry from Manchester writes to complain about
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All the repeats on T.V.
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And computer terminals report some gains
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On the values of copper and tin
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While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
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For the price of a hospital wing
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Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
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The needle returns to the start of the song
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And we all sing along like before
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Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
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They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
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And we'll all go along like before
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
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Nothing Ever Happens
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| Del Amitri |
