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They woke to grey English morning |
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And to a strange honeymoon |
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The girl who gave him all her love |
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And the man who said it still wouldn't do |
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His parents always worked hard |
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Never went to bed late |
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And though they were God's own people |
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They're still the ones he loves to hate |
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He never wanted to |
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Suffer this fate |
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All the girls have fallen for |
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The man they love to hate |
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The city is an animal |
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It snores and by day it roars |
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And though he loved to hate it |
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He couldn't live without it's flaws |
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With pastel curtains moaning |
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At a thousand harsh words - then hush |
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The girl she wanted to leave |
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Because she loved the man too much |
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He never wanted to |
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Suffer this fate |
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All the girls have fallen for |
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The man they love to hate |
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His father was a fighter |
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And he practised on his son |
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His mother was just some furniture |
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Who'd lost the will to run |
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The girl she wrote him a farewell note |
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And though he probably didn't care too much |
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The girl she finally left him |
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Because she loved the man too much |
