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Don't bother paying me by the hour, I'll be here for the rest of my life |
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When I die from my grave I'm growing flowers, an after death present for my wife |
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Because I'm always thinking about her, even when I'm dead and gone |
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So maybe if I scream a little louder my echo will go on and on |
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My echo will go on and on and on |
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On and on |
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Ya my echo will go on and on |
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On and on |
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Ya my echo will go on and on |
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On and on. |
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I stay up just to make the time last, I haven't slept for days it brings me pain |
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My eyes look like the bus maps of Belfast, red lines that go all over like the trains |
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Because I'm always thinking about her, even when I'm dead and gone |
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So maybe if I scream a little louder my echo will go on and on |
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My echo will go on and on and on |
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On and on |
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Yeah my echo will go on and on |
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Don't bother paying me by the hour, I'll be here for the rest of my life |
