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I never thought you'd never let me down |
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You're not the sort |
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But you've got the right to astound |
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Staying on the straight and narrow |
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Singing like Mia Ferrow |
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I never thought I'd never punch you out |
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But Sundays are wrought |
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With murder and doubt |
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Keeping on the straight and narrow |
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Singing like me |
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Chorus: |
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It's a hard time for summer |
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And for honesty |
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When you're drunk you will sing 'What A Waste' |
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It's the right time of the year |
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For some novelty |
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But I can't stop |
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I'm running out of space |
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I never thought I'd ever let you down |
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Like going on holiday |
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It's tense if I don't know what you do my day |
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Straight and narrow |
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Singing like me |
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Chorus |
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No I can't stop |
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I'm running out of space |
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Out of space (x3) |
