| Well there was a man who lived in a shed
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| Spent most of his days out of his head
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| For his shed was rotten let in the rain
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| Said it was enough to drive any man insane
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| When it rained
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| He felt so bad
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| When it snowed he felt just simply sad.
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| Well there was a girl who lived nearby
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| Whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh
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| But she lived in a house so very big and grand
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| For him it seemed like some very distant land
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| So when he called her
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| His shed to mend,
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| She said I’m sorry you’ll just have to find a friend.
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| Well this story is not so very new
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| But the man is me, yes and the girl is you
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| So leave your house come into my shed
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| Please stop my world from raining through my head
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| Please don’t think
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| I’m not your sort
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| You’ll find that sheds are nicer than you thought. |