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Despite galumphing around like you've gone beserk
You still end up about five minutes late for work
With half the things on your itinerary unfulfilled
You run out the house and you trip over all the bills

Successful people look down and sneer at you
Just coz they have a brilliant career or two
Mostly you have nowt but contempt for them
They might be rich but that don't make them gentlemen

Twenty telegrams from your Aunt Dahlia
Insinuating you are a failure
And your parents, they pinned all their hopes on you
As if you failing would make them failures too

You try and try till at last! You still don't succeed
You work your hands, and your fingers until they bleed
You gave years of your life to the company
Who left you screaming “what do you want from me?”

But there's no reason to beat yourself up
No there's no reason at all
But there's no reason to beat yourself up
No there's no reason at all

You keep dreaming that you're losing the race so bad
The sandman just kicks sand in your face- the cad!
Your skills are there but in an obsolete format
Your greatest use seems to be as a doormat

And now you're thinking about recrimination
And you should fight all your life against discrimination
But when it comes to self-flagellation now
Why don't you give your self-hate a vacation now?

And there's no reason to beat yourself up
No there's no reason at all
And there's no reason to beat yourself up
No there's no reason at all

It just ain't worth it, honey
You don't deserve it, honey
It just ain't worth it, honey
Nobody's perfect, honey
Bababababababababa
Bababababababababa
Bababababababababa

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from The Seven Inches Get Disorientated, released August 10, 2013

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The Seven Inches have long been heroes amongst Leeds’ indiepop and DIY scenes, winning hearts everywhere with their bizarre onstage props, trumpets, synths and cardboard keytars. If this makes them sound like some self-conscious novelty act, rest assured that nothing could be further from the truth – The Seven Inches play it from the heart every time. ... more

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