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The work is done and the record pressed |
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Now you're doing battle |
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With the fickle press |
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You've got to strike the hammers |
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And pull the bow |
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And another fool |
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Is just another show |
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It's all the same |
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And you've seen it before |
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And don't it seem like too long a time |
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Since you were sweating in the streetlight? |
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Too many dreams, not enough schemes |
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And a bike with no gears to ride |
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With the wheels going too slow |
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So, you tell 'em: "I'm leaving London for Lands End With a green tent and a violin I'm going to strike the hammers And pull the bow Just another day to forget this show And come back to me" |
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Come back to me |
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Darling come back to me |
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Come back.... |
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Now don't it seem like to long a time |
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Since you were sweating in the spotlight? |
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Too many jeers, not enough cheers |
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But when you sing you've got nothing to hide |
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Singing: "Where does the time go? And where did the time go?" |
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Oh Darling when will you ever learn? |
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The grass is always greener, |
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Its everywhere you turn |
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You'll see it: |
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Everything you're sure of is up for change |
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We're all stuck on this spinning stage |
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Spinning around and round |
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And round and round and round |
