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And into the sea |
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Goes pretty England and me |
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Round the Bay of Biscay |
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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 |
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And go to sleep |
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And the radio says... |
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CHORUS:"This is a low |
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But it won't hurt you. |
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When you're alone, It will be there with you, Finding ways to stay solo."On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty, 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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And on the Malin Head, Blackpool looks blue and red |
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And the Queen, she's gone round the bend, Jumped off Land's End. |
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And the radio says... |
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REPEAT CHORUS"This is a low, But it won't hurt you. |
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When you're alone, It will be there with you. |
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This is a low, But it won't hurt you. |
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When you're alone, It will be there with you, Finding ways to stay solo."Lot 105La la la la la la la la la la |
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La la la la la la la la - ha ha |
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La la la la la la la la la la |
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La la la la la la la la - ha ha |
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La la la la la la la la la la |
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La la la la la la |
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Eighteen times a week, love |
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Ha ha ha ha ha! |
