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Behind the iron gates |
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The shifts were worked in silence |
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Each weekend beckoned like |
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Ulysses' Sirens |
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And as the words were few |
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We'd listen to the radio |
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It was loud and irritated me so |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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Like my favourite pop song |
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These promises won't keep |
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Though every road begins and ends with you |
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The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue |
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I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows |
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But the money goes and the time goes too |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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Like my favourite pop song |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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Like the stars above you |
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Like my favourite pop song |
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Favourite pop song |
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Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue |
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We squander these gifts |
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Like another |
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Sunday supplement |
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They're just so much cash |
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In the hands of the government |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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I'll tell you |
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I love you |
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Like my favourite pop song |
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Favourite pop song |
