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Intro: F#5 A5 B5
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(On this glorious occasion - of the splendid defeat)
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I wanna start from before the beginning
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Loot wine, be mine, and then let's stay out for the night
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Ride via Parkside, semi-perilous lives
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Jeer the lights in the windows of all safe and stable homes
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But wondering then, well what could peace of mind be like?
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Anyway do you want to hear our story, or not?
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As the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
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From a Stevenage overspill we'd kill to live around
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South-West Six - with someone like you
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Keep thieves' hours with someone like you
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As long as it slides
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You stalk the house - in a low-cut blouse:
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'Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!'
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And the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
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Well, I was fifteen - what could I know?
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When the gulf between all the things I need
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And the things I receive - is an ancient ocean wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
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Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you
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You do all that you do because it's all you can do
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Well, I was fifteen - where could I go?
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With a soul full of loathing for stinging bureaucracy, making it anything
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Other than easy for working girls like me
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With my hands on my head - I flop on your bed
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With a head full of dread - for all I've ever said
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Maladjusted, maladjusted
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Maladjusted, maladjusted
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Never to be trusted
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Oh, never to be trusted
Outro:
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(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
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(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
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(There's nothing wrong with you, ooooo-oooooh)
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(There's nothing wro-ong with youuu-ou)
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(There's nothing wrong with yo-ou)
Written by Boz Boorer/Martin James "Boz" Boorer/Morrissey