| Invested time making sure she’s fine
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| With no fishing line just a washing line
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| I have to say it was worth the play
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| To be making hay on a praying day
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| So I made my bed and I slept instead
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| I got overfed and where all that led
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| But I soon found out there was doubt about
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| Underneath the pout and the quivering snout
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| Either within you or without you
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| Either within you or without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I soldiered through all the me and yous
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| And the bedroom blues and the kitchen stews
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| I have to say no days were grey
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| My feet were clay but I slept OK
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| What got me down was the growing frown
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| The collective noun and the female hounds
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| I didn’t mind 'cause she was kind
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| Though she was blind to the highway signs
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| Either within you or without you
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| Either within you or without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| So I drink my milk even though it’s spilt
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| And the flowers wilt over love that’s killt
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| And I read 'my book now I’m off the hook
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| I still like to look across the babbling brook
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| And I’m living fast for what come’s to pass
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| It’s like passing gas 'cause nothing ever lasts
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| You’ll hear me say it’s just another day
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| I’ve enjoyed my stay but I’ll be on my way
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| Either within you or without you
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| Either within you or without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you
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| I’m without you |