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I'm fit and working again |
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Walk down the road in the sun |
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I make a path through a forty strong gang |
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I'm fit and working again |
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My sick, think i've seen the tail end |
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I'm fit and working again |
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I used to hang like a chandelier |
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My lungs encrusted in blood |
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But the flex is now cut clear |
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I'm fit and working, dear |
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Took me ten years to write this song |
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I'm fit and working again |
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I used to think this bog was the domain |
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Opinion is at most |
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One stimulus reason |
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If you've got the most |
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With the true precis |
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Analysis is academic |
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Some thoughts can get nauseous. |
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Sat opposite a freak on a train |
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Warts on his head and chin |
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Boy, was i getting so vain |
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I saw the recession around victoria station |
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I'm fit and working again |
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Gimme the sun. |
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I'm fit and working again |
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And i feel like alan minter* |
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I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper |
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And i chucked out the alka seltzer |
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Cause i'm fit and working again... |
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Don't you know that was the tail end. |