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Hiding 'neath my umbrella |
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Agreeable kind of fella |
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Take the safest route |
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Through all kinds of weather |
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Don't commit to love |
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And don't commit a crime |
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Worthless passion in your mind |
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The thrills that you're imagining |
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Are a waste of your time |
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You sad individual |
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I'm not the one for you, you'll never do |
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Time takes a mouthful of memory |
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Two spoonfuls you forget everything |
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Life could be musical comedy |
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Prop light streer lighting, |
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Awaiting your swing |
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Place your bets; I'll place mine now |
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I will bet on your heart to win, |
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I've got a feeling the weather is |
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Changing and my luck is in |
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So what about the conversations? |
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Hard fought revelations |
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Then you realise; we are the |
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Diplomats |
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Talks are breaking down |
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Love is leaving town |
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Talk yourself into a corner |
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Skip the rope and go abroad, dear |
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What's the attraction? |
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Follow the action |
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But you're getting old |
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I can see the lines form on your face |
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Place your bets; I'll place mine now |
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I've got a feeling the weather is |
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Changing so... |
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Place your bets; I'll place mine now |
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I've got a feeling the weather is |
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Changing so... |
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Place your bets; I'll place mine now |
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I will bet on your heart to win, |
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I will bet on your heart to win, |
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I've got a feeling the weather is |
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Changing and my luck is in |
