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1,2,3,4,5 |
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Call me morbid, call me pale |
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I've spent six years on your trail |
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Six full years |
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On your trail |
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Call me morbid, call me pale |
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I've spent six years on your trail |
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Six full years of my life on your trail |
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And if you have five seconds to spare |
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Then I'll tell you the story of my life : |
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Sixteen, clumsy and shy |
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I went to London and I |
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I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A. |
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I said : "I like it here - can I stay? |
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I like it here - can I stay? |
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Do you have a vacancy |
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For a Back-scrubber?" |
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She was left behind, and sour |
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And she wrote to me, equally dour |
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She said : "In the days when you were hopelessly poor |
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I just liked you more..." |
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And if you have five seconds to spare |
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Then I'll tell you the story of my life : |
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Sixteen, clumsy and shy |
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I went to London and I |
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I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A. |
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I said : "I like it here - can I stay? |
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I like it here - can I stay? |
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And do you have a vacancy |
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For a Back-scrubber?" |
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Call me morbid, call me pale |
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I've spent too long on your trail |
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Far too long |
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Chasing your tail |
