refrain 3-2 (the last of england)

The first time I kicked you out
The whole block was watching
The second time wasn’t as loud
But it was ten times as sad
Seven days of the week
I’m curled up under ceilings, oh
He’s a lot like you
I can’t figure out what he’s feeling
Just one summer with him, ah
There’s nothing better than that, no
There’s nothing sadder than that, ah
Just one summer with him, oh
Listening to England lose, ah
There’s nothing better than this, ah
Nothing sadder than this, no
Just one summer with you, ah
Nothing better than that, no, no
There’s nothing better than this, now
Nothing sadder than, sadder than this, oh