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(heaton/rotheray) |
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I was handed down the looks of a man with a broken nose |
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That's the way our family was i suppose |
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But at least you gave me deeply profound |
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As we lay and chatted late upon the cricket ground |
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You didn't have to love me |
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Where others got rid |
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You didn't have to treat me like a very good friend |
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But i'm glad that you did |
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One thing i never said to you |
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And one thing i never can |
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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I'm the richly blessed daughter of a mother with tattooed arms |
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That's the way my family life, life was charmed |
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But at least it gave me mental grace |
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And a thought at the pit of my mind and a smile on my face |
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You didn't have to listen |
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To a word that i'd said |
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You didn't have to tell me all those silly old jokes |
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For every tear that i shed |
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Every tear that i shed |
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Cos one thing i never said to you |
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And one thing i never can |
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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I was handed down a bike with a crooked old wheel |
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But i rode it on a million lanes the way that you made me feel |
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But at least we thought about it so long and hard |
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As we sat upon our mother in the graveyard |
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And you don't have to listen |
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To a word in this song |
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Your picture hangs the same and in the same old place |
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Even though that you've gone |
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Even though that you've gone |
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Cos one thing i never said to you |
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And one thing i never can |
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Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
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Yes i am |
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I'm your no. 1 fan |
