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Post office clerks put up signs saying 'position closed' |
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And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats |
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And janitors padlock the gates |
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For security guards to patrol |
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And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink |
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While the married ones turn on a chat show |
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And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
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Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore |
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Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go |
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And by five o'clock everything's dead |
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And every third car is a cab |
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And ignorant people sleep in their beds |
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Like the doped white mice in the college lab |
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And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
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The needle returns to the start of the song |
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And we all sing along like before |
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
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Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there |
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The Martians could land in the car park and no one would care |
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Closed-circuit cameras in department stores |
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Shoot the same movie every day |
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And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed |
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Just survive constant action replay |
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And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
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The needle returns to the start of the song |
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And we all sing along like before |
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
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And bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs |
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While "Angry from Manchester" writes to complain about |
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All the repeats on TV |
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Computer terminals report some gains in the values of copper and tin |
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While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs |
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For the price of a hospital wing |
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And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
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The needle returns to the start of the song |
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And we all sing along like before |
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And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all |
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They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock |
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And we'll all go along like before |
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And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow |
