Nine times fined
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Never mind
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Things can only improve
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We are just stood here
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Waiting for the next great wound
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And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
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And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake
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All in all, imagine this :
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Nobody loves us
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Dab-hands at Trouble
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With four days of stubble, we are
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Never loosen the grip on our hand
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Call us home
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Kiss our cheeks
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Nobody loves us
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So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
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People think all we do
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Is lie around and think of how
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Rich we'd be if we didn't think
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Life could improve
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And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
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And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face
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Call us home
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Kiss our cheeks
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Nobody loves us
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Dab-hands at Trouble
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With four days of stubble, we are
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So, never loosen the grip on our hand
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Call us home
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Make our tea
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Nobody loves us
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So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
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Call us home
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Tuck us in
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Nobody wants us
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Dreamers and schemers
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All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
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Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
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Whack us, then
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Hug us hard
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Nobody loves us
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So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves
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And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
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And complete distress won't make much difference to us
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Sing us our
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Favourite song
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Nobody loves us
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Born-again athiests
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Practising troublemakers
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Make us our
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Favourite jam
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Nobody loves us
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Useless and shiftless
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And jobless
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Nobody Loves Us
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Morrissey |