| No problem. |
| No problem
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| No problem. |
| No problem
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| No problem. |
| No problem
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| No problem
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| Right. |
| Right. |
| Right
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| My cigarette burns yellow then it burns blue
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| I’m heading due south, was it blanks we fired at you?
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| Downtown Saturday, uptown Monday morning
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| The telephone rings, it leaves me yawning
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| This ain’t no show, this is for real
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| The candles all burn for you, love, just for you
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| While the ceiling goes round and round
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| And round and round and round
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| And round for me
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| Lights out. |
| Shall we go to sleep?
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| Is it just a show? |
| Is it just a dream?
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| Digging tunnels under your back door
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| Should I ride the carpet?
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| Should I lock the door?
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| The fool on the hill knows all’s not well
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| Keep a candle burning for me
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| You’re at peace, the rope is tight
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| I watch you change colour in broad daylight
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| Breakdown is on it’s way
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| Breakdown in the month of May
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| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Breakdown is on it’s way
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| Breakdown in a month or a day
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| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Right! |
| Right! |
| Right!
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| I’m a dinosaur of the working class
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| Antiseptic mouthwash
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| And a suppository up my arse
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| When we do right no-one remembers
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| We do wrong no-one forgets
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| Deliver me from evil
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| Deliver me a paper
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| And this fool on the hill knows all’s not well
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| No, not well
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| Keep a candle burning bright — right!
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| Breakdown is on it’s way
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| Breakdown in the month of May
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| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
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| Goodbye, goodbye
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| Breakdown is on it’s way
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| Breakdown in a month or a day
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| Breakdown and cry, lay down and die
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| Goodbye, goodbye |