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If I was left to my own devices |
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I wouldn't go out in the rain |
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If I was in a room with all of my vices |
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You'd never see me again |
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You sing 'cause you're loosing |
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The last threads of night |
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There's no time for dancing |
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But maybe you might |
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The sort of song you sing on sundays |
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Could be as down as rain |
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The things I do to get to see you |
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The random hanging 'round on trains |
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You sing 'cause you're loosing |
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The last threads of night |
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There's no time for dancing |
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But maybe you might |
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Pick your three favourite roll necks |
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And catch the next flight |
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But you won't |
