| You know I always felt
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| That no-one had been hit as hard as me
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| Come on just like the great pretender
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| Oh, until I met Billy
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| Man without love is a wrinkled man
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| He was a fighter and a brave one
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| Oh so close to number one
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| He made a move for Marciano
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| When he called this man a bum
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| Man without love is a wrinkled man
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion
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| You know we share a love of London
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| All its streets, it’s good, it’s fun
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| Like Peter Finch, the Hellfire Club
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| And wild man Harris to name just one
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| Man without love is a wrinkled man
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| And this here song is for you Billy
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| For your grace, respect and fire
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| And if I drank I’d raise a glass real high
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| Or maybe even higher
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| Man without love is a wrinkled man
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion
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| And in the back of that new Jag
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| You slowly smiled as we passed through
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| It gave us strength through plague and fire
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| And it gave us men like you
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| Man without love is a wrinkled man
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| We really love Peter the painter
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| Sidney Street he met his end
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| We really hate that bastard Churchill
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| And his bully boys he sent
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| Man without love, yeah, is a wrinkled man
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion
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| I love that motion, emotion, emotion |