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You al'right, how's it goin' man? |
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Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine! |
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Gloomy Manchester, always rainin' |
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Full of chippy, max entertainment |
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Groovy Manchester, June split the atom |
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O 1 6 1, England's Seattle |
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And I know I should have written it down |
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The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you somehow |
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Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said |
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When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful |
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With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly |
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And I well anyway, anyway |
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Who knew worstly would do so much to hurt me |
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Parts of Manchester make me feel dirty |
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Hacienda, on a gay night |
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Dropping little fellas to make me feel right |
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And I think about you now and then |
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When I'm talking towns to my friend |
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Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said |
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When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful |
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With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly |
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And I well anyway, anyway |
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We all made out in places and I've been to a few |
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What I need now is an aerial view |
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'Cause I can see for myself that I can`t see for myself |
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But oh, anyway, anyway |
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Now I'd like to go to Manchester |
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To my surprise ain't 500 M6 |
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Then just close my eyes, close my eyes |
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Close my eyes, close my eyes |
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Last night this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said |
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When all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful |
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With a bag full of silly walking through Piccadilly |
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And I well anyway, anyway |
