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Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair |
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Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun |
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In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair |
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As Rita Tushingham in 1961 |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel so good |
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I wish that I could be as good as you |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel the good |
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Beyond the poison in us like you do |
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LP records in your little hands |
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Put them on your little dansette for a dance |
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All those men sing you'll never walk alone |
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But you'll never let them break your little heart. |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel so good |
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I wish that I could be as good as you |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel the good |
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Beyond the poison in us like you do |
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If you have some sort of secret |
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If you need someone to tell |
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You can tell me |
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Because my memory |
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Always fails |
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I will forget |
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And your secret |
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Will remain |
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Yes the secret |
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Your secret |
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Will remain |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel so good |
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I wish that I could be as good as you |
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Well, Lynsey Wells |
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How I wish that I could feel the good |
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Beyond the poison in us like you do |
