| Did the ironing in a cowboy hat
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| Felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat
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| I will never tell you what to do
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| Have ambition simply to see things through
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| Did you know I could be a lot of fun
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| I’m aware that friendship can die young
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| As the glow from the street light bled
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| Down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friends
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| I know where I stand (I know just where I stand)
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| I don’t need you to hold my hand
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| Well, I’m trying to get along with you
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| And I ask myself what are we gonna do?
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| I’m coming round to take a stand
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| Going to put us together with glue or an elastic band
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| I know where I stand (I know just where I stand)
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| I don’t need you to hold my hand
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| Well, I’m softer than my face would suggest
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| At times like these I’m at my lowest ebb
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| And now I can’t confide in you
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| If I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too?
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| Happy New Year, you are my only vice
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| What if we compromise? |
| I am open
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| Happy New Year, you are my only vice
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| (Do you have to wear a frown like that?
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| You could have hit me with a baseball bat)
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| What if we compromise? |
| I am open
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| (Do you have to wear a frown like that?
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| You could have hit me with a baseball bat)
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| Do you want to? |
| (Yes I do) Do you have to? |
| (Yes I do)
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| Do you want to? |
| (So do you) Do you have to? |