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And into the sea goes pretty England and me |
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Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea |
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Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank |
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Up the Thames to find a taxi rank |
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Sail on by with the tide and fall asleep |
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And the radio says |
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This is a low |
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But it won't hurt you |
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When you are alone it will be there with you |
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Finding ways to stay solo |
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On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty |
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There's a low in the high forties |
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And Saturdays locked away on the pier |
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Not fast enough dear |
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On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red |
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And the Queen, she's gone round the bend |
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Jumped off Lands End |
