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Lyrics
I was raised to want for nothing
Name it once, it’s mine by morning
Never had to ask, never had to wait
Then you walked past and you walked awayThere’s a word for this, I won’t say it
There’s a word for this, I can’t say itI yearn
Oh, I yearn
For a look you won’t return
I yearn
And I burn
And I’ll never let you learn
I’d rather have you hate me
Than not think of me at all
So I sneer, and you sigh
And I yearn, I yearn, I yearnDon’t turn around, don’t turn around
I yearnI say your name like it tastes bad
Practise at night till it sounds like that
You look so tired when I pick the fight
It’s the only way I get your eyesThere’s a word for this, I won’t say it
There’s a word for this, I can’t say itI yearn
Oh, I yearn
For a look you won’t return
I yearn
And I burn
And I’ll never let you learn
I’d rather have you hate me
Than not think of me at all
So I sneer, and you sigh
And I yearn, I yearn, I yearnDon’t turn around, don’t turn around
I yearnIf you ever turned and asked me plainly
I’d laugh in your face, I’d call you crazy
Then lie awake till the morning came
Wishing you would ask againI yearn
Oh, I yearn
For a look you won’t return
I yearn
And I burn
And I’ll never let you learn
I’d rather have you hate me
Than not think of me at all
So I sneer, and you sigh
And I yearn, I yearn, I yearnDon’t turn around, don’t turn around
I yearn
Lyrics
Right now, it's fine, I'm completely, totally fine.
He's not fine!Six long years I've had your back, mate, through the dragons and the dark
Took a beating on a chess board just so you could make your mark
I've shared my mum's best jumpers and I've shared my last sweet treat
Now you're cuddling the snob who laughed at the shoes upon my feet
Saw you in the corridor, I nearly lost my lunch
And I never lose my lunch!
She straightened out your collar and I nearly threw a punch!Bloody hell, mate, what have you done?
You went and kissed the enemy, the slimy silver one
Six years of hexing in the hall, now it's darling, now it's dear
Somebody fetch a bucket, cause I'm gonna be sick right here
Bloody hell, bloody hell
My best mate's lost the plot
Of every girl in the whole castle
You pick the one I'd rather notShe sits down at our table like she paid for every chair
Still calls me the poor one while she's fiddling with your hair
She sneers at all my hand-me-downs, she sneers at what I eat
Now I'm passing her the gravy while she's smirking in my seat
I watched her bounce once as a ferret, best day of my whole life
Now I gotta be polite cause she might end up your wife
The clever one keeps sayin' that I'm jealous, what a joke
Jealous? Me?
I'd rather hug a spider than be nice to her, no jokeBloody hell, mate, what have you done?
You went and kissed the enemy, the slimy silver one
Six years of hexing in the hall, now it's darling, now it's dear
Somebody fetch a bucket, cause I'm gonna be sick right here
Bloody hell, bloody hell
My best mate's lost the plot, of every girl in the whole castle
You picked the one I'd rather notBut I've seen you laughing proper, like you haven't in a year
Like the weight you're always carrying gets lighter when she's near
And she stood up to her father when he spat my family's name
So maybe, just maybe, she's not quite the sameNah, still can't stand her
Bloody hell, mate, fine, you win
I'll say good morning to her through a slightly gritted grin
But if she ever breaks your heart I swear on every freckle that I've got
I'll send the twins and trust me, that's worse than any curse her lot have got
Bloody hell, bloody hell
My best mate's lost the plot
Of every girl in the whole castle
You pick the one I'd rather...
Not!And she's not sitting with us at the match
Unless she brings snacks