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Hull |
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Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling low, when I'm feeling lonely and down |
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......... somewhere out there, in the big unknown |
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The story is all over before it started. |
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Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game |
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Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained |
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To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying |
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Who has to carry his load again and again and again. |
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Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling high, when I'm feeling happy |
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And contented what I have to do all the things I do |
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Do even know I knew how never mended. |
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Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game |
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Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained |
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To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying |
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Who has to carry his load again and again and again. |
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Sometimes I think, when I'm feeling strange when I'm feeling strangely |
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Unprotected somewhere out there |
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In the great big void, the story is destroyed before it's connected. |
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Oh, what a game, what a crazy old game |
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Sometimes I think it's a joke but the rules weren't explained |
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To the bloke who's going, quietly and saying |
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Who has to carry his load again and again |
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Who has to carry his load again and again |
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Who has to carry his load again and again and again. |