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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I'd lost the plot and roamed around |
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Looked in the shops and hit the town |
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My head was stuffed with words and aches |
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I felt so rough and out of shape |
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The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets |
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That's just my luck, i couldn't eat |
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My guts were full of churning fear |
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With so much bull i had to clear |
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When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown |
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Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town |
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What's this long face that keeps on |
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Hanging around |
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She wouldn't say, i couldn't tell |
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Was this the day i'd go to hell |
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I sulked around in such a mood |
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Until i found the one i'd screwed |
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And then it came as clear as mud |
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I was the pain that boiled the blood |
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And saw the faults where there were none |
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Deep in the vaults where love begun |
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When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown |
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Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town |
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What's this long face that keeps on |
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Hanging around |
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Then she said get a grip and shake this mood |
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Get a life and find yourself some attitude |
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What's this long face that keeps on |
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Hanging around |
