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The stars and satellites |
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Are quiet over the hills tonight |
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And the cats' eyes and white lines |
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Are heading out for miles |
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The frost on the embankment |
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Keeps my feet on the road |
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But the tunes and beers |
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Are walking us back home |
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And we stopped any travellers |
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And wished them good new year |
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And we sang and we drunk |
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And we quarrelled and we cheered |
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And we felt the earth below |
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And we knew how good it was |
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Just walking back home |
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La |
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I left them at the circle |
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As the sun began to rise |
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And we walked the last few hundred yards |
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Back to my own house |
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I pulled my coat still closer |
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'Cause now I'm on my own |
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I've struck out for the first time |
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And now I'm walking back home |
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Warbeck sang |
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La |
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The Stacy's sang |
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La |
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Linda sang |
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La |
