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It wasn't a particularly sunny day nor fine |
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And a dozen little problems kept me more than occupied |
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Until I rounded the Hope Park Holy Wall |
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And looked ahead to find her in the way |
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Grinning like a misbehaving child |
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Could I talk of anything and what did I replied to |
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I think I mumbled something hunger wise |
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My insides eating up the butterflies that kept hunger at bay |
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And my nerves were playing crazy buggers with my sense of style |
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Throw me round and down |
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Before I fall |
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11am soon became 1am of the next day |
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And it seems I've spent some 20 years |
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Just gazing at her face |
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And in her eyes she seemed to know me |
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Seemed to search into my soul |
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Throw me round and down |
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Before I fall |
