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| Oh I’m missing you I’d give all for the price of a flight
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| Oh I’m missing you under Piccadilly’s neon
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| In nineteen hundred and eighty six
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| There’s not much for a chippie but swinging a pick
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| And you can’t live on love, on love alone
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| So you sail cross the ocean, away cross the foam
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| To where you’re a Paddy, a Biddy or a Mick
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| Good for nothing but stacking a brick
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| Your best mate’s a spade and he carries a hod
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| Two work horses heavily shod
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| Chorus
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| Who did you murder, are you a spy?
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| I’m just fond of a drink helps me laugh, helps me cry
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| Now I just drink red biddy for a permanent high
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| I laugh a lot less and I’ll cry till I die.
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| Chorus
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| All ye young people now take my advice
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| Before crossing the ocean you’d better think twice
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| Cause you can’t live without love, without love alone
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| The proof is round London in the nobody zone.
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| Where the summer is fine, but the winter’s a fridge
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| Wrapped up in old cardboard under Charing Cross Bridge
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| And I’ll never go home now because of the shame
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| Of misfit’s reflection in a shop window pane.
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