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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing, |
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Oo, my, my, my, |
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Oo, my, my, my. |
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Went down to the station to look for her there, |
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Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair, |
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Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me, |
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My, my, |
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Oo, my, my, my. |
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Down in the street, try'n' to remember, |
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Shuffling my feet outside a menswear, |
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Is that her in the fur coat? |
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No it's not december yet, |
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My, my, my, |
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Oo, my, my, my. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing. |
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Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me, |
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Singing my song, feeling so lonely. |
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I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings |
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I can hear it, i can hear it. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing. |
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Singing all day, singing `bout nothing, |
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Oo, my, my, my, |
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Oo, my, my, my. |
