| Your life is full of misery
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| Well take something for it
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| Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me
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| You trapped me in this corner
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| You’re breathing it over me
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| Next stop’s the Royal Infirmary
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| The room’s started spinning
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| I’m finding it hard to breath
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| I think I’ll have to leave, I need some air
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| That little black cloud
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| That follows you everywhere’s
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| Floating my way and it’s raining despair
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| Now I’m not immune to misery myself
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| But it’s just a bore in somebody else
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| If you weren’t allowed to talk of yourself
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| You would have nothing to say
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| Your life if full of misery
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| Well take something for it
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| Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me
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| Your life is full of misery
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| Well take something for it
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| Or try to ignore it, don’t give it to me
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| You trapped me in this corner
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| You’re breathing it over me
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| Next stop’s the Royal Infirmary
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| Now I’m not immune etc… |