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We fight, both bite, it's a bottleneck buildin' a fizzer
Both wanna be right, lose sight, can't cut with one blade in a scissor
How are you willing to go away when I want you to stay
But you still call me up every hour of the day?
Let it linger, middle finger

When it's shit, stay at home, and you're moping all day
And you sit by the phone 'til you know what to say
Write a letter, you'll feel better
Movin' on, but you can't when you're left with a stain
You're so damn fed up that you gotta complain
Write a letter, you'll feel better

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You tried it once, they were cunts
Not going back to givin' your hard-earned
What do you say, an off day
Try again before leaving the bridge burned

Y'know, you gotta act twice to confirm that it isn't nice
And the tastes still the same, but you've learnt the price
Won't go back there, I couldn't bear

When it's shit, stay at home, and you're moping all day
And you sit by the phone, and you know what to say
Write a letter, you'll feel better
Movin' on, but you can't when you're left with a stain
You're so damn fed up that you've gotta complain
Write a letter, you'll feel better

G'day, um, I'm just calling in because
I was at your shop the other day and, um
Your bloke, he was just really terrible at serving
And I didn't think it was that serious
So I just wanted to make a complaint to you about it
'Cause you haven't got proper management

Movin' on, but you can't when you're left with a stain
You're so damn fed up that you've gotta complain
Write a letter, you'll feel better

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