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I'm coming up roses now |
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Flying high |
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No-one can touch me |
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As I wave good-bye |
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I'm tall as a willow baby |
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Tall as a willow |
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I'm sure not sorry for that |
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You wouldn't believe the stuff I know |
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And have collected |
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I'm hung up on breathing now |
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When I want |
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No-one can hurt me |
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When I'm in trouble |
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I'm strong as I'm mellow baby |
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Strong as I'm mellow |
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I sure am happy for that |
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Have you ever seen the things I own |
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And have neglected |
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They're all quite strange |
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And unconnected |
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And that's why they're strong |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Coming up roses now flying high |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Home is far away |
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I'm holding the fiddle now |
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Playing hard |
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I've learnt my lesson |
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In self-composure |
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I shout and I bellow baby |
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Shout and I bellow |
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Can you hear me out back |
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Can you feel the way I've grown |
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And disconnected |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Coming up roses now flying high |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Coming up roses now flying high |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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The night is long the day is long |
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The night is long the day is long |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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The night is long the day is long |
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The night is long the day is long |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Coming up roses now flying high |
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A mile is long when home is far away |
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Home is far away |
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A first thought came to the sound |
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And it filled itself with spectrum |
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So it can see from the back of its head |
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It can sense the shifting moods |
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How little the first thought knows |
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Its intentions its code of honour |
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Till it's formed with cunning humour |
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Feel the beat fall in |
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Then a second leg came from the sound |
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What if I just don't deliver |
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The queen bee the enemy the ecstasy |
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A beast at the core of its nature |
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A beast at the core of its nature |
