Intro: F#5        A5    B5 

F#5 
(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)