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
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Readable chord sheet for Seconds by Pulp
[G]She, she used to live with his b[Am]rother Now she's an unmarried m[F]other with a[Am]nother on the w[G]ay He's second rate twisted out of [Am]shape and he looks a[F] state, it costs so m[Am]uch to look this [G]rough They go to t[Dm]own they like to shop a[C]round and look at all those things All those things they never w[G/B]anted anyway She hates his h[Dm]air that stupid coat he w[C]ears but sometimes second best is the best that you can [G/B]get Oh yes oh somebody told me [F]'Cos seconds turn to [Am]hours and the hours turn into d[C]ays but still it feels like m[Em]orning [F]The first time leaves its t[Am]race and then slides into second p[C]lace and still it feels like m[Em]orning [F]At night they try to [Am]fly hold on tight and close their [C]eyes and they hit the ground in the m[Em]orning [G]But in the morning it's r[Am]aining Oh Christ you're always co[F]mplaining can't you t[Am]hink of something e[G]lse It's nearly-[Dm]nu, a bargain basement [C]made for two And if you blur your eyes you could be anywhere you [G/B]want yourself to be Oh yeah, it's [Dm]bad I know you want to l[C]augh, so laugh But sometimes second best is all that you can [G/B]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 [Am]But you're so p[G]erfect you don't [G/D]interest me at[Dsus2] all You're golden boy fell down [C] Don't you know he hasn't got a pe[G6]rso[B]nality? 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 [F]My God they're still a[Am]live, they got it wrong but they still t[C]ried And they made it through to the m[Em]orning [Am]