| You uwin some and you lose some
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| And I’ve lost the will to lose
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| With my part-time job
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| And my faith in God
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| Falling on a bruise
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| And this no star bed and breakfast
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| And insolvency abuse
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| Make me feel like throwing myself
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| Off the kitchen shelf
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| Falling on a bruise
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| And all of my unworldly goods
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| The bailiffs took them too
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| For all the ducked bills and silly sods
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| >From Brian Mills' catalogue
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| Something borrowed, bartered and blew
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| You win some and you lose some
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| And you save nothing for a rainy day
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| You neet your nutrasweet Daddy
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| Some peppermint paddy
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| Or just a hackneyed old cabbie
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| Who can drive you and your babby away
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| Two fives or a ten
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| Could get me back to you
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| And stop me
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| Falling for a bruise
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| (It's not that I’m agrophobic
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| It’s just that it’s not safe
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| To go out anymoe so I just
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| Stay indoors with my TV Times
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| My petty rimes and my nursery rhymes,
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| Someone said that the sound of a baby crying is the
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| World and beauty in the eye
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| Of the beholder bt as my heart
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| Grows colder, and colder I just
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| Feel so tired. |
| The fridge is empty,
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| The walls are damp, there’s no hot
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| Water and I look like a tramp and
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| Tramps like us baby we were born
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| To walk but where does a mother’s
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| Girl go when her mother’s gone?
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| Some you win and some you lose
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| I7ve spent my hole lifetime
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| Falling on a bruise and if I had
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| The chance to do it all again
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| I’d change everything) |