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Seconds


Artist: Pulp

Album: unknown


Pulp unknown Seconds


She / she used to live with his brother / Now she's an unmarried mother / with another /
on the way / He's seond rate / twisted out of shape / and he looks a state, it costs so
much to look this rough / They go to town / they like to shop around / and look at all
those things / All those things they never wnated anyway / She hates his hair / that
stupid coat he wears / but sometimes second best / is the best that you can get / Oh yes /
oh somebody told me / 'cos seconds turn to hours / and the hours turn into days / but
still it feels like morning / The first time leaves its trace / and then slides into
second place / and still it feels like morning / At night they try to fly / hold on tight
and close their eyes / and they hit the ground in the morning / But in the morning it's
raining / Oh Christ you're always complaining / can't you think of something else / It's
nearly-nu / a bargain basement made for two / and if you blur your eyes / you could be
anywhere / you want yourself to be / Oh yeah, it's bad / I know you want to laugh, so
laugh / But sometimes second best / Is all that you can get / Oh yeah / oh somebody told
me / the seconds turn to hours / and the hours turn into days / but still it feels like
morning / The first time leaves its trace / and then slides into second place / and still
it feels like morning / At night they try to fly / hold on tight and close their eyes /
and they hit the ground in the morning / But you're so perfect you don't interest me at
all / You're golden boy fell down / Don't you know / he hasn't got a personality? / And I
know / he said he'd last all night then gave you seconds / yeah / The seconds turn to
hours / and the hours turn into days / but still it feels like morning / The first time
leaves its trace / and then slides into second place / and still it feels like morning /
At night they try to fly / hold on tight and close their eyes / and they hit the ground in
the morning / My God they're still alive / they got it wrong but they still tried / and
they made it through to the morning.


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