| Ooh, I’ve been diggin' round in my own dirt again
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| And I don’t smell the roses
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| And the train is speeding, boiler stoked
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| Grin — I won’t be home for a while
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| Grin, grin, grin — I won’t be home for a while
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| Ooh, if I were to love another of my kind
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| Would you mind?
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| If I did now, would you mind
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| Now these words are burning holes in my face
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| These are dangerous days for the calm mind
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| And the train is speeding, boiler stokes
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| And I won’t be home for a while
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| Grin, grin, grin — I won’t be home for a while
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| Grin, grin, grin — I won’t be home for a while
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| From ear to ear
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| Toes to chin
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| North to South
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| And back again
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| From ear to ear
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| Toes to chin
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| North to South
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| And back again
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| Running from the savagely unkind
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| Grin, grin, grin — I won’t be home for a while
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| Grin, grin, grin — I won’t be home for a while |