A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand
But for the grace of God goes another man
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you're a martyr for even less
For even less, for even less
A choir boy is buried on the moor
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you're a martyr for even less
For even less, for even less
(For even less, for even less)
Fuck you and your book too
You can, you can have it back
When I'm gone these songs
Will be, will be my tracks
And I had a stupid dream that I could change things
But I'm a martyr to even less
To even less, to even less
(For even less, for even less, for even less, for even less)
I hate the ground
That I have long walked upon
Nothing I've done
Has ever, never mattered long
(Long, long, long, long, long, long, long)

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