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Hello, hello, hello, |
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How are you? |
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It was good to see ya, |
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It was good to see ya |
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No-one's gotta hold on you, |
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You've spent your whole life running wild |
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Livin' lovin' |
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London town |
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In the days of '65 |
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A sharp cut suit and a chrome |
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Lambretta |
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Took you down to |
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Brighton beach |
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A bag of blues and a |
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Yardbirds tune |
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With the weekend at your feet |
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All your life you've been trying |
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To find a road that turns back time |
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You're still flying |
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Those days are dying... |
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Hello, hello, hello |
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How are you? |
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It was good to see ya |
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It was good to see ya |
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Hello, hello, hello |
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How are you? |
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I can see you're looking good, |
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It was good to see ya... |
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Heading down on the 10.15 |
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All the way to sea and sand, |
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No-one's gotta hold on you |
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Or the music of the band |
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There's nothing like a memory |
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To make it all come flooding back... |
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All your life, you've been riding, |
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To the sun that kissed the sky, |
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But it's time, to say goodbye... |