| I turned on a T.V. station and
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| Lip-read with the sound turned down
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| It was Pro-Celeb mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
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| With Esther Rantzen
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| Playing the one who’s drowned
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| In a room next door a couple is fighting
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| But isn’t that just one of love’s charms
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| When moods change as fast as lightning
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| And fifteen minutes later you’re
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| Lying in each other’s arms
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| And you’re gone
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| They say that it’s better to have loved and lost
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| Than never to have loved at all
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| But if you sit down and count the cost of
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| All those losses
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| There’s no profit at all
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| This city gets crazy at Christmas
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| Glitter guards the crucifix all over the place
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| Its head gets too big for its body
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| And its mouth gets
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| Too big for its face
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| And you’re gone
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| Never throw away an old newspaper
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| Everyday’s rich with its current accounts
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| Prince visits Philippines and parliament debates it
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| Back page, column five
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| Somebody’s wedding’s announced
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| Sunday night’s the night for loving
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| And squeezing out the weekend’s last drops
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| Sunday night’s the night for forgiving
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| Maybe that’s why
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| They shut the shops
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| And you’re gone
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| One day you wake up
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| And all the pain you’ve given out gets returned
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| But I’m not sorry now
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| I’ve payed for what I’ve learned
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| And you’re gone
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| I turned on a T.V. station and
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| Lip-read with the sound turned down
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| It was the Church of Christ playing the Price Is Right
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| Where everybody starves
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| While Leslie Crowther counts |