| I was sat at the bar deep in a trance I just arrived from 'Nam
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| But I’ll play this show and I feel like shit and I’ll make these people dance
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| Until I’m parched, tryna get a drink, barmaid walked past
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| I’m like raa she’s gotta be the prettiest member of staff by far
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| When I’ve played this show and it’s live
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| I’ma find that girl that I liked and see if I can catch her vibes
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| But it’s now getting packed inside so I grab this mic and I’m not even a
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| fraction shy
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| Cos I’m the actual guy, stay with me and find out what it’s like
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| I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay
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| And judge me if you see me and I’m tipsy and it’s late
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| Flagging down a taxi in a backstreet in Spain
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| Cause I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay
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| The show got bun and now I feel like I’m dying
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| I swear that I’ve got broken lungs
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| I’m lying down backstage on a sofa
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| Tryna catch my breath and I’m slumped
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| But don’t think for a sec that I’ve died my death
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| Get back on the 'Yac and the rum
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| And it’s done, now I’m flying again
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| I got a snout in my hand again and I’m drunk
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| And I found that pretty little thing I was eyeing up right behind of the junk
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| As it all transpires she don’t live far from the place that I call my slum
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| Look into my eyes, I wanna stay another night or two
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| So I might you only live once
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| Cancel my flight, I need more time in the sun
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| I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay
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| And judge me if you see me and I’m tipsy and it’s late
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| Flagging down a taxi in a backstreet in Spain
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| Cause I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay
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| Ahh shit, I’m still out in Maga
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| When I should have gone back to the manor
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| But I got on so well with you all that I stayed for a week with Term
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| And I had a extraordinary time in the morning light somewhere in the sky with
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| Gazza
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| Susan, Dan, Jordy and man like Bill anything don’t matter
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| Why the hell would I wanna go home
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| I’m right here in this Spaniard city
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| Sitting next to an England rose
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| Whiteboy wasted come on it’s Jimmy
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| In London it’s freezing cold
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| More grief, more beef on the roads
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| A reality check so I know if I left him out it’d be silly
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| I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay
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| And judge me if you see me and I’m tipsy and it’s late
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| Flagging down a taxi in a backstreet in Spain
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| Cause I can never leave you’re always tempting me to stay |