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Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk |
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When Ivor peered above her spectacle |
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Forgot that he had wrecked a girl |
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Sometime these eyes forget the face they're peering from |
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When the face they peer upon |
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Well you know that face as I do |
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And how in the return of the gaze |
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She can return you the face that you're staring from |
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It's always better on holiday |
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So much better on holiday |
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That's why we only work when we need the money |
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It's always better on holiday |
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So much better on holiday |
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That's why we only work when we need the money |
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Gregor was down again |
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Said, 'Come on, kick me again' |
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Said, 'I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me' |
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Come on you gutless |
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Yeah, I'm alive |
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I'm alive |
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I'm alive and how I know it |
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But for chips, and for freedom I could die |
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It's always better on holiday |
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So much better on holiday |
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That's why we only work when we need the money |
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It's always better on holiday |
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So much better on holiday |
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That's why we only work when we need the money |
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It's always better on holiday |
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So much better on holiday |
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That's why we only work when we need the money |