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There's gotta be more than this she said |
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As she cooks your fish and chips |
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And you said I'm an accountant |
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But on the weekend I sail sailing ships |
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The baker sees the world awake |
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Every morning from its dreams |
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And the truckie drives across the land |
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from the mountain to the sea |
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Oh You gotta make that money |
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Is this what you wanna be? |
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It doesn't matter angelina, |
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Won't you spend a while with me? |
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And oh, are you happy, |
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Are you happy my dear? |
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Life is like a fish |
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That is very hard to spear |
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Oh Singapore, |
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Do you hear the pirates roar |
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McDonalds and Christian Dior |
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Where there used to be the finest whores |
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And when the trade winds blow |
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You look up from your desk |
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To where your grandfather sailed for war |
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In 1944 |
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And He didn't wanna be famous |
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And He didn't want no gold |
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He died for Queen and country |
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Like the warriors of old |
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And Oh, are you happy, |
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Are you happy my dear? |
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Life is like a fish |
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That is very hard to spear |
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Oh, oh I love you |
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And While the seas are booming |
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You should try to live a life |
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that could be turned into a movie |
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There are millions of fires |
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In the frangipani night |
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And One day we will die |
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By dust or by the wire |
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By friendship or by tiredness |
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by water or by fire |
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Let's live a lovely life |
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And let's make love tonight |
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And oh, are you happy, |
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are you happy my dear? |
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Life is like fish |
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that is very hard to spear |