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Could I interest you in a little something special |
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Pay the earth but if you have no money |
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Your attention'll do |
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And if you don't give a damn |
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You're welcome to keep it |
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It's a hard road when you know where you're going |
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And it's harder when you know where you're not |
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So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops |
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But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of |
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"If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here" |
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Hands of the clock give me a round of applause |
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For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before |
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Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double |
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And I'm looking twice my age |
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It's getting to the stage where |
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I'm old, not wise, just worried |
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And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches |
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And with a thread that's hard to follow |
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You came into my life like a brick through a window |
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And I cracked a smile |
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Who remembers the good old games |
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That seemed to fill our days |
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Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and |
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I-spy, SPIT in your eye |
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Those around me who came up trumps |
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Would always get down on their knees to brag |
