| I live right on a market street
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| The people are like family
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| They set up seven days a week
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| They’re always there for me
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| I’ve got a 100 numbers in my phone
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| And ready girls I could take home
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| Oh I still feel alone
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| Oh yes I still feel alone
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| The fish and chip guy reads my mind
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| He gives me free beer on the side
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| He said drink it up it will make you smile
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| Son tell me all about you’re life
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| I said I’ve got a 100 numbers in my phone
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| Pretty girls I could take home
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| But oh yes I still feel alone
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| Oh yes I still feel alone
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| The precher says I’ll put you right
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| If you say a prayer both day and night
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| It will ballance out you’re worried mind
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| And you won’t feel alone tonight
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| As I searched to fill my empty space
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| I realise it’s not a race
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| Just gonna take it day by day
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| And it just all might come my way
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| When I have 100 numbers in my phone
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| Oh lovely girl to come my home
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| And maybe I won’t feel alone
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| No, maybe I won’t feel alone
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| When I have 100 numbers in my phone
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| A house 2 kids and a garden gnome
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| Maybe I won’t feel alone
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| No, maybe I won’t feel alone |