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outside the fair still rages. |
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young men the wrath of ages in their heads, |
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fight for the comfort of their beds. |
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and inside here we lie alone, |
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living on honeycomb you've guessed - truly we are blessed. |
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my love is like the raging sea, |
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the wind that knocks the birds out of the trees. |
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I'm at home, living on honeycomb. |
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where would i be without you? |
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giving my love just the same, |
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to a man who couldn't even spell my name, |
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or hoping for a wintry smile from every hard-faced passerby, |
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or the man who run the crooked coconut shy. |
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my love is like the raging sea, |
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the wind that knocks the birds out of the trees. |
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I'm at home, living on honeycomb. |
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where would i be without you? |
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you always were the best my friend on the ruthless rifle range, |
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and i'm gladto see you haven't changed. |
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but the big wheel frightened me you see, |
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made me dizzy now my head is spinning, take me back home to my bed. |
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my love is like the raging sea, |
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the wind that knocks the birds out of the trees. |
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I'm at home, living on honeycomb. |
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where would i be without you? |
