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• Artiste: Pulp
• Titre: Seconds
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She She used to live with his brother Now she's an unmarried mother With another on the way He's second 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 wanted 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