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You watch and wince and then you yearn |
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"Will people in London never learn?" |
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The grace of Harrow and Eton skies |
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Has yet to be beaten in your eyes. |
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Give me days of dreaming spires, |
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Over punctured bicycle tyres. |
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In a place devoid of taste |
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Remaining chaste isn't much of a waste. |
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It's not such a waste. |
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It's not much of a waste. |
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Don't be so down on Breeders. |
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They are people too, well so I heard. |
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The chapel's hymns and sweet-sung psalms, |
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They offer you Love within their arms. |
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There's Love in their arms. |
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Real Love in those arms, |
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For those cruelly born into the wrong time or class. |
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Into the wrong time or class. |
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O Love without emulation. Of Love without negotiation. |
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It's Love without association. Show me Love without toleration. |
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It's Love without defamation. Real Love without social tourism. |
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O Love without remission! O Love without permission! |
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O, Barrie, you know far too much about me. |
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J.M. Barrie, he knows far too much about me, it seems... |
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The "onlie begetter" had it down to the letter for me. |
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I'm out of sync and on the blink, and I would sink normally... |
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If this wasn't such a dead sea. |
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I'm out of sync and on the brink, and I would sink easily... |
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If this place wasn't such a dead sea. |
