| Shove me up on to the mantlepiece
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| Sit around and eat your first Chinese
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| This is the right place at the wrong time
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| I think the fire is burning underneath
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| I feel warm
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| I was born into a factory
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| Everyone I saw is more like me
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| Now I stand alone in this old house
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| Everyone is getting up to go
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| I feel lovely
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| Soon, you’ll throw me out
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| Then I will convince myself
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| I should have stayed around
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| I belong upon the shelf
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| Soon you’ll throw me out
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| Then I will convince myself
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| I should have stayed around
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| The morning time is back and so are they
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| Serving up their porridge into bowls
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| I won’t taste the milk from over here
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| My circumstance is getting weird
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| I am lonely
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| I feel a human touch against my spine
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| They are squeezing me far too tight
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| Looking after praying at the sky
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| The saviour’s soon to be a raffle prize
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| I’m a freebie
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| Soon, you’ll throw me out
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| Then I will convince myself
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| I should have stayed around
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| I belong upon the shelf
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| Soon you’ll throw me out
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| Then I will convince myself
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| I should have stayed around
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| From time to time, they polish head to toe
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| The stuff they use just gets up in my nose
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| I don’t believe I need that kind of glow
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| There must be more to life that I don’t know
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| Someone show me
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| Won’t you show me |