| And into the sea
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| Goes pretty England and me
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| Round the Bay of Biscay
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| And back for tea
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| Hit traffic on the Dogger Bank
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| Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
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| Sail on by with the tide
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| And go to sleep
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| And the radio says…
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| CHORUS:"This is a low
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| But it won’t hurt you
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| When you’re alone, It will be there with you, Finding ways to stay solo.
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| «On the Tyne, Forth and Cromarty, There’s a low in the high forties
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| And Saturdays locked away on the pier
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| Not fast enough, dear
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| And on the Malin Head, Blackpool looks blue and red
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| And the Queen, she’s gone round the bend, Jumped off Land’s End
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| And the radio says…
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| REPEAT CHORUS"This is a low, But it won’t hurt you
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| When you’re alone, It will be there with you
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| This is a low, But it won’t hurt you
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| When you’re alone, It will be there with you, Finding ways to stay solo.
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| «Lot 105La la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la — ha ha
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la la la — ha ha
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| La la la la la la la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| Eighteen times a week, love
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| Ha ha ha ha ha! |