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Pull out the bunting |
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She made then one by one |
| [00:38.37] |
Hang'em in the trees |
| [00:42.78] |
Until a breeze it comes |
| [00:50.03] |
Move to the country |
| [00:54.53] |
The town has told its tale |
| [00:59.83] |
You'll be forgotten |
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When the autumn leaves |
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They fall |
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|
| [01:14.39] |
And the whole place didn't look the same that night |
| [01:22.49] |
They put a party on |
| [01:24.32] |
and waited for the sunlight to recall |
| [01:32.29] |
All the days a ticking gone |
| [01:37.04] |
|
| [01:46.40] |
Bye baby bunting |
| [01:50.71] |
All England wants you home |
| [01:56.08] |
Away in the hills |
| [02:00.52] |
Where the wild things |
| [02:03.95] |
They roam |
| [02:07.52] |
So I'll never know why |
| [02:12.18] |
She made then one by one |
| [02:17.65] |
Hanging in the trees |
| [02:21.96] |
'Till a breeze it comes |
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|
| [02:32.21] |
And the country didn't look the same that day |
| [02:40.19] |
They put a party on |
| [02:42.17] |
but she just sort away |
| [02:46.86] |
All the dawn to a day a ticking gone |
| [02:55.02] |
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