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If they auctioned my heart |
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on The Sale of the Century |
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would it still be there |
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at the end of the show? |
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Would the Quizmaster-man |
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call it a booby prize |
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'cos nobody wanted to know |
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If they auctioned my heart |
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would you open the bidding? |
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Or would you stand at the back |
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and blend into the crowd? |
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When the hammer comes down |
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would you still be around |
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to watch me going, going, I'm gone |
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I've gone Yvonne |
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you're left alone |
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you'll find my keys on the table |
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I never wrote |
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a goodbye note |
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I didn't think I'd be able |
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to put down the way I've been feeling |
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deep inside me the brakes are squealing |
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but I've never done |
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a hit and run |
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but Yvonne I've gone, away |
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When the hammer comes down |
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will you still be around? |
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To watch me going, going, gone |
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I've gone again |
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I've gone Yvonne |
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you're left alone |
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you'll find my keys on the table |
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I never wrote |
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a goodbye note |
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I didn't think I'd be able |
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to put down the way I've been feeling |
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deep inside me the brakes are squealing |
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but I've never done |
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a hit and run |
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but Yvonne I've gone, away |
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If they auctioned my heart |
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on The Sale of the Century |
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please try to make sure |
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that you are there |
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'cos Lot 59 |
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is this old heart of mine |
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and it's going, going, nowhere |
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I've gone Yvonne |
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you're left alone |
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you'll find my keys on the table |
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I never wrote |
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a goodbye note |
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I didn't think I'd be able |
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to put down the way I've been feeling |
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deep inside me the brakes are squealing |
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but I've never done |
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a hit and run |
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but Yvonne I've gone, away |
