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Oh when I'm older I'll hear this moment and I'll laugh hahaha... |
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I've rallied, rucked over and rabble roused have I not? |
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I've given lung, tongue and sung have I not? |
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I've meant what I've said and I've slept in soiled bed have I not? |
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With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? HAVE I NOT? |
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But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with... |
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fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough, |
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show I'm not soppy and stuff |
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum |
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but now dunno how that could possibly have been |
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I've shorn and I've sheened and I've Brylcreemed have I not? |
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I've brawn and I've brain and of both I've shame have I not? |
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Though I've had them straddle me wantingly have I not? |
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And I've length of loinly manliness have I not? HAVE I NOT? |
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But I'm not a soft touch and I won't been seen as such, so full with... |
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fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough, |
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show I'm not soppy and stuff |
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum |
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but now dunno how that could possibly have been |
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With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship |
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we bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it! |
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I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches |
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this is my heart's hub, the hot, wild, fug of the club of the fathomless love, |
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I spit and have spats to be tough, show I'm not soppy and stuff... |
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up any conundrum |
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but now dunno how that could possibly have been |
