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All on my own and I just can't cope I haven't seen a hot dinner or a bar of soap Since you left me bereft of hope Now all I ever seem to do Is mope around my tiny little council flat Nothing up my sleeve, nothing under my hat And the clock just keeps on ticking There's nobody here but this chicken And the clock just keeps on ticking There's noboty here but us chickens All on my own and it echoes when I cough My life seems to flutter by like a moth Shaking all the empty cans, nothing but froth Nothing to cook with and nothing to eat off Came the wheels, down fell the facade I thrilled to your squeals as I twisted my blade And the clock just keeps on ticking There's nothing here but this chicken And the clock just keeps on ticking There's nobody here but us chickens (Thanks to Stefan for these lyrics) From Letras Mania