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
Oh God he looks a state
It costs so much to look so rough
They go to town
They like to shop around
And look at all those things
Yeah, 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 yeah
Oh somebody told me
That seconds turn to hours
And the hours turn into days
But still it feels like a morning
The first time leaves its trace
And then slides into second place
And still it feels like a morning
At night they try to fly
Hold on tight and close their eyes
And they hit the ground in a morning
Oh
In the morning it's raining.
Oh Christ, you're [bad word] 
Can't you think of something else?
It's nearly new
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 you're gonna get.
Oh yeah
Oh somebody told me
That seconds turn to hours
And the hours turn into days
And still it feels like a morning.
The first time leaves its trace
And then slides into second place
And still it feels like a morning.
At night they try to fly,
Hold on tight and close their eyes
And they hit the ground a in 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?
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 morning.
My God they're still alive
They got it wrong but they still tried
And they made it through to morning.

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