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Even the odd one out is in with a shout |
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Weather the term and |
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Weather the storm |
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The clumsy climb and |
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The elegant fall |
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Even the odd one out is in with a shout |
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That may be the story |
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That may be the lie |
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With great ease, with the pole greased |
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It's down you slide |
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Must you protest till you're blue in the face |
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(Even the odd one) |
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Or blue in the blood |
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An ugly greed is the sole need |
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On a fragile high |
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But i can't breathe |
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I just can't seem to acclimatise |
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It's all coming back to me now |
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I fell to the ground and slowly came round |
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And you stood over me |
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And you told me it never will be |
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But don't tell me it never will be |
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Don't tell me it never, never will be |
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(Even the odd one) |
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I'm out of my depth, |
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I've come up for air |
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Show me how to become |
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The life and soul of something - anything |
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Show me the film of when I was young |
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I didn't climb trees then |
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I'm not climbing them now |
