| Both born of lust and deceit
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| We are lovers who will never meet
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| Once fate put us in the same room
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| When you knew not of me, nor I of you
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| Something inside dies
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| And we don’t stand up to scrutiny
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| But we spin by and by the by
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| A great pain finds numb haven, humdrum
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| And we spin by and by the by
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| Something inside dies
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| Me and my imaginary friend
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| Have been going round the bend for some time now
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| For some time now
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| And me and Timmy Turd
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| Are having trouble being heard
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| Through the background hum
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| Above the background hum
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| Me and Barry C
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| Are going down to Connah’s Quay
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| For all your Telecaster dreams
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| A Telecaster’s all you need
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| Me and my imaginary friend
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| Have been going round the bend for some time now
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| For some time now
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| And me and Timmy Turd
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| Are having trouble being heard
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| Through the background hum
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| Above the background hum
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| Me and Barry C
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| Are going down to Connah’s Quay
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| For all your Telecaster dreams
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| A Telecaster’s all you need
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| Something inside dies |