| Whenever I'm in doubt about things I do
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| I listen to the high street wailing sounds in a queue
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| Go out for my walking sailing social news
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| Don't let it get me down I'm long in the tooth
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| When I'm out in the open clattering shoppers around
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| Neon signs that take your eyes to town
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| Your thoughts are chosen your world is advertising now
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| And extravagance matters to worshipers of the pound
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| But it's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| The tortured faces expression out aloud
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| And life's little ironies seem so obvious now
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| Your cashed in cheques have placed the payments down
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| And there's a line of buses all wait to take you out
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| But it's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| Whenever I'm in doubt about things I do
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| I listen to the high street wailing sounds in a queue
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| I go out for my walking sailing social news
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| Don't let it get me down I'm long in the tooth
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| 'Cause it's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| It's a harmony in my head
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| In my head, in my head |