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I am just a small town boy |
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But don't hold that against me |
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Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank |
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But really I'm OK |
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Should I stop or should I go |
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I'm full of indecision |
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I'd throw it away for a dollar a day |
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If I could be like... |
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You made me promise not to mention |
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You can call round any time of day and see |
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Me and my family |
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These things are sent to try us |
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Or to land us in hot water |
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Turning grey as my Tube record plays |
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When I call you, come as you are |
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You don't need fancy cars or finery |
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You don't need a credit card to buy me |
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They'll never understand I bite the hand that's feeding me |
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Saying I must be mad--that's a matter of opinion |
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You, I'll give you all of my affection |
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You and I can celebrate defection |
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Get up and go tonight, I've seen the light that's leading me |
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Saying that I'll be back well that's a matter of opinion |
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We'll work we don't care how long it takes us |
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We'll save we'll buy that house on the hill some day |
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Never thought I'd be the black sheep of the family |
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Never thought I'd be the black sheep of the family |
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Control me, console me, conceive me, consume me |
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We all need some space |
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Just a little room to breathe |
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My girl friend sees me |
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I know that I couldn't do it alone |
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We will shine for you |
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Come and share the atmosphere up here, now that we're |
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Over, over the moon |
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It feels like we're in Heaven, Heaven |
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Over, over the moon |
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It feels like we're in Heaven now |
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Over, over the moon |
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It feels like we're in Heaven, Heaven |
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Over, over the moon |
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It feels like we're in Heaven now |
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Never thought I'd be the black sheep of the family |
