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A dead loss, no songs, no fun, just glum Lying next to someone So don't mention the war, don't question Where we stand or where we fall North, south, east where's best? If I head left, it turns out directionless And needle point aside, I always find Embroidery leaves me blind 'Cause I'm too weary to rest, since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal What fools boredom breeds So much to do, so many goldfish to feed And paracetamol I take them all, they line my stomach wall 'Cause I'm too weary to rest, since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal With customary thirst I search a water glass but gin hits first Oh, I don't believe the hype Expectancy will always spoil a party It's tourniquet by crochet My waters break, don't drive for pity's sake 'Cause I'm too weary to rest since I noticed Coming second best is close to ideal