| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| At a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| He’s at a centre
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| She’s at a centre
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| Monday morning, commotion throughout
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| Reverberations of a bell’s sound
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| A sweetheart calls and I venture forth
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| A voice so fair, I had no thought
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| And preaching on the pros of naval aviation
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| «Ha n’a n’a n an n’a n’a hee n’a»
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| I’m so enthralled by this grand affair
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| So I choose to be one with the scum of this earth |