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If we're having so much fun, how come |
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I'm crying every |
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Monday? Is it just to cancel out the laughter from |
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Thursday 'til |
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Sunday? I spend the next two days in bed and wonder what it's all about, and when |
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I start to feel okay |
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I know it's time to go back out. |
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I've had the same look on my face for the last two lonely years. |
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Twenty-four months of bargain pills, cheeky lines and stolen beers. |
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In all the pictures that |
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I've got, my eyes are so black and wide, and if you look long enough you'll see there's not much life inside. |
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A new host for my heart is what |
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I thought |
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I'd never find but fate, as always, intervened. |
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And now I've got a girl in mind, and |
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I'm meeting her next week when we get back home to |
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Glasgow. That's if we even make it and don't get buried in the |
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Dutch snow. |
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And if my instincts are right, |
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I will fall in love and then we can have a laugh from time to time, but you won't see me there again. |
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When I get home in the morning, |
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Trisha's hosting a debate - |
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If you don't like the fish you're catching then you've got to change the bait. |