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I'm a poor excuse for a man, with you |
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Forgotten the plan |
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Can't go on in love with you |
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Is there life on mars |
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All those candy bars |
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Just make me ill don't fulfil |
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I'd like to be you |
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Can you hold my hand |
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It's in the pan, next to your nightie's |
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My hearts in my mouth, I'd like to go South |
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Except on Friday's |
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Is there life next door |
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I can't tell no more |
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Maybe they're dead, in bed |
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Or in your heart dear |
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Can you hold my hand |
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It's in the pan, next to your nightie's |
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My hearts in my mouth I'd like to go South |
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Except on Friday's |
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Is there life next door |
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I can't tell no more |
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Just make me ill, don't fulfil |
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Maybe they're dead, in bed |
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I'd like to heart you |
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I'd like to be you |
