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behind the iron gates |
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the shifts were worked in silence |
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each weekend beckoned like Ulysses'Sirens |
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as the words were few,we'd listen to the radio |
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it was loud and irritated me so |
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i'll tell u i love u |
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i'll tell u i love u |
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like my favourite pop song |
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these promises won't keep |
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though every road begins and ends with u |
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the fall still hurts ,the bruise still blue |
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i 'll paint u pictures of bright tomorrows |
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but the money goes and the time goes too |
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i'll tell i love u |
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i'll tell i love u |
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like my favourite pop song |
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i'll tell i love u |
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like the stars above u |
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like my favourite pop song |
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favourite pop song |
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wild, unwise ,trivialized ,untrue |
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squander these gifts |
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like another sunday supplement |
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they're just so much cash |
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in the hands of the government |
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i'll tell i love u |
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i'll tell i love u |
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like my favourite pop song |
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favourite pop song |
