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The lanes were silent |
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There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles |
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I doused our friendly venture |
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With a hard-faced |
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Three-word gesture |
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I started something |
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I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly |
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Never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me |
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I started something |
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...And now I'm not too sure |
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I grabbed you by the guilded beams |
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Uh, that's what tradition means |
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And I doused another venture |
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With a gesture |
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That was ... absolutely vile |
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I started something |
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I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly |
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Never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me |
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I started something |
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...And now I'm not too sure |
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I grabbed you by the guilded beams |
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Uh, that's what tradition means |
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And now eighteen months' hard labour |
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Seems ... fair enough |
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I started something |
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And I forced you to a zone |
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And you were clearly |
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Never meant to go |
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Hair brushed and parted |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me |
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I started something |
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And now I'm not too sure |
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I started something |
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I started something |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me, typical me |
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Typical me |
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I started something |
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And now I'm not too sure |
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OK Stephen ? ...Do that again ? |
