Life is dull, I don't do much
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Just sit at home, stay out of touch
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Read a book or write a line
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Tell my mum I'm doing fine
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Flatmate just thinks I'm a jerk
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But then he's young and out of work
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Getting thin I don't each much
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Nearly always out to lunch
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Had enough, I'm going out
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I know a place that's not too loud
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Drink myself insensible
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And laugh if I'm still capable
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When the evening has to end
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The laughing stops, I'm home again
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Another chance has passed me by
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Hang my head and start to cry
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Life is dull, I'm hard to please
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Just sit at home, feel ill at ease
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Day outside is dull and grey
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Always is on Saturday
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Even in my darkest hour
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Just before the dawn is breaking
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Just before the storm's erupting
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Just when I thought it was safe too
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Funky Combine, John
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| Farmer's Boys |
