| You seem the type to follow the line
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| Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
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| No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
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| Oh, i want to lay by your side
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| Oh, i will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
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| Weaker vessel or better half?
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| That Woman’s tears could be the death of me… oh dear
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| You know when she’s had a few she’ll be onto you there’s no letting up
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| But, I want to lay by your side
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| Oh, I will lay down and die if i can’t lay by your side
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| It may hap that these these are they — the golden years
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| So don’t despair don’t dismay dry your tears
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| Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
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| I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
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| They were more liberal times
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| Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
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| It’s a little dream of mine
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| Oh but comments were less than complimentary
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| And the deft left hand it followed the right
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| I think about my happiest times and one of them
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| was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
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| A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady
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| Oh, I want to lay by your side
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| Oh, I will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
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| Oh, I want to lay by your side
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| Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die
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| I can’t lay by your side
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| Oh, I want to lay by your side
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| Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die by your side
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| Oh, I want to lay by your side |