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In 1967, in 1967 |
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The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five |
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I think we should have a child soon |
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In 1967, no pop in our record collection |
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The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us |
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I think we should count our blessings in 1967 |
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In 1967, my wife's expecting |
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A Surrey midwife delivers the child |
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I'll get a job in Yorkshire |
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In 1967, no pop in our record collection |
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No color section in our record collection |
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Ho |
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In 1967, no pop in our record collection |
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Some people have died, some people have gone |
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Our spring is in a cardboard box |
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Present time, I'll apologize to the nation |
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We are bedazzled, we're ordering cocktails |
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We act like peasants |
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1999, no pop in out record collection |
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Record on the radio station |
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It means nothing to us |
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I think we should count our blessing since 1967 |
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In 1967 |
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(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) |
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In 1967 |
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(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) |
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In 1967 |
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(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) |
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In 1967 |
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(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) |
