There I was in all my naïveté
Thinking you cared and really believed in me
But all I got was a thing called redundancy
You gave me a clock - now it's stopped
Too many chiefs and not enough Indians
I was only ever one of the minions
I sat and I listened to all your opinions
I gave all I got till I dropped
Don't you love me no more?
Don't you want me no more?
One little word and the line's getting blurred
Of what's wrong and what's right
Don't you need me no more?
Won't you feed me no more?
Tell me what you suggest that I do with the rest of my
Life
And all I was was only inoperative
A cog in a wheel of someone's prerogative
But know I've time to think of the positive
If that's what I got - thanks a lot
Don't you love me no more?
Don't you want me no more?
One little word and the line's getting blurred
Of what's wrong and what's right
Don't you need me no more?
Won't you feed me no more?
Tell me what you suggest that I do with the rest of my
Life
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
R-E-D-U-N-D-A-N-T
Spells misery
Don't you love me no more?
Don't you want me no more?
One little word and the line's getting blurred
Of what's wrong and what's right
Don't you need me no more?
Won't you feed me no more?
Tell me what you suggest that I do with the rest of my
Life
There I was in all my naïveté
Thinking you cared - you really believed in me
But all I got was a thing called redundancy
You gave me a clock - now it's stopped
Writer(s): Ian Brown, Henry Priestman
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