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Step into the great outdoors |
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After all it would be wrong to stay inside |
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I know When the first chimney takes its chances |
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And despite their branches all the leaves decide |
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It's time to go |
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And cover up the crimes |
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Of the seasons passed before |
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Every footpath leads into another footpath |
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I can't find the place to stop |
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The endless chore |
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But it's time that |
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I went visiting |
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These guys |
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I know who've bought themselves a shop |
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A record store |
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A humble hole in the wall |
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Could you ever want for more? |
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I'll be hanging in the record store |
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Store Store |
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Oh Do they find me annoying? |
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My constant questions cloying? |
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Oh I have seen you when your skies get overclouded |
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And your eyes are breeding grounds |
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For tears |
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You could do worse than come on down |
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To a place that's built to specialise in sounds |
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For sore ears |
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For years they'll search for other cures |
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Your life's a film, who writes the score? |
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I'll be hanging in the record store |
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Store Store |
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Oh What treasures in the shelves |
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For he who searches, she who delves |
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Astral physicists explain |
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The mysteries that surround it |
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But the record stays still |
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While the world spins around it |
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All the rest are vicious lies |
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Callous and unfounded |
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The record stays still |
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While the world spins around it |
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Yeah the record stays still |
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While the world spins around it |
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The record stays still |
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While the world revolves around it |
