Nothing

You 

Were my only friend 

When I 

Needed embittered friends 

Chorus: 

But now 

You’ve got to sort your life out 

God knows 

You’ve got to sort your life out 

Because things 

Will never be the same 

Because things 

Will never be the same 

Tears 

In your dirty clothes 

Show tears 

In your unwashed skin 

Your breath 

Smells of discount rum 

And it’s not 

Even half past one 

The crash 

On the road to home 

Has left 

Me and your kids alone

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