i feel like giving up
pouring out the cup
 dancing on my grave
 i'm free
yes im free to be a slave

i've already given up
i've handed out the cup
 winner's name engraved
 hooray
the trophy goes to dave

all this time
i've been singing out loud
everyone's been listening
all this time
i've been hurting inside
everyone seen it as it was happening
everyone but me

hurrah hurrah the last emerald diamand has sparkled
my day in may the last twentyfirst birthday 
the card read 'this is the first day of the rest of your life'
and it didn't matter how trite it was cos it wasn't a lie
and it isn't true unless it makes you laugh
but you only get it if it makes you cry

i haven't given up just yet
the time is on to place all bets
 the foot that fits inside the shoe
I WISH IT WAS YOU
I WISH IT WAS YOU
so I'll just settle for no real answers
and another turbulent runaround with the blues