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I turned on a t.v. station and |
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Lip-read with the sound turned down |
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It was pro-celeb mouth-to-mouth resuscitation |
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With esther rantzen |
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Playing the one who's drowned |
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In a room next door a couple is fighting |
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But isn't that just one of love's charms |
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When moods change as fast as lightning |
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And fifteen minutes later you're |
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Lying in each other's arms |
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And you're gone |
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They say that it's better to have loved and lost |
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Than never to have loved at all |
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But if you sit down and count the cost of |
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All those losses |
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There's no profit at all |
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This city gets crazy at christmas |
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Glitter guards the crucifix all over the place |
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Its head gets too big for its body |
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And its mouth gets |
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Too big for its face |
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And you're gone |
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Never throw away an old newspaper |
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Everyday's rich with its current accounts |
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Prince visits philippines and parliament debates it |
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Back page, column five |
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Somebody's wedding's announced |
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Sunday night's the night for loving |
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And squeezing out the weekend's last drops |
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Sunday night's the night for forgiving |
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Maybe that's why |
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They shut the shops |
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And you're gone |
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One day you wake up |
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And all the pain you've given out gets returned |
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But i'm not sorry now |
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I've payed for what i've learned |
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And you're gone |
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I turned on a t.v. station and |
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Lip-read with the sound turned down |
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It was the church of christ playing the price is right |
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Where everybody starves |
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While leslie crowther counts. |