| I think that life has got it in for me,
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| Can you please tell me who’s to blame?
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| For all the bills upon my mat —
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| They breed and grow then eat the cat.
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| Where they come from I don’t know,
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| I stare at them but they won’t go!
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| It seems that life’s a big frustration,
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| Why is everybody out to bring me down?
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| There has to be a simple explanation,
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| Why failure is the fashion every time I come to town.
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| If life is sweet — then I’m diabetic
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| The future looks rosy — I just went colourblind.
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| This all seems to be some mass conspiracy,
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| So I demand the right to know,
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| If there’s a God up there, how come he seems to care
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| For every little bird and bee, but couldn’t give a damn for me.
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| It seems that life’s a big frustration,
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| Why is everybody out to bring me down?
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| There has to be a simple explanation,
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| Why failure is the fashion every time I come to town.
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| If high hopes were bank notes,
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| I’d own all of England
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| And teardrops were diamonds,
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| Then I’d be a millionaire.
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| Just what nobody wanted,
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| I’m just what nobody wanted.
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| You say I’m purely being paranoid,
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| I beg to differ — it’s not true.
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| Shit just seems to hit the fan,
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| Every time I make a plan.
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| Grand design to small detail,
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| All I do is doomed to fail.
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| It seems that life’s a big frustration,
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| Why is everybody out to bring me down?
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| There has to be a simple explanation,
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| Why failure is the fashion every time I come to town.
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| If life is sweet — then I’m diabetic,
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| The future looks rosy — I just went colourblind.
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| I’m just what nobody wanted at all. |