| The first two chords I chanced upon
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| Became the bedrock of this song
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| Don’t ask me where it all went wrong
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| That’s for you to sit and ponder upon
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| Sometimes I’m thinking to myself
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| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
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| I don’t want to reveal too much about how I feel
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| It’s a steal
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| I built my dreams on a bed o nails
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| When the twilight fails I’ll fall off the rails
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| I might end up on that railside verge
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| Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge
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| When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn
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| I’ll be so far gone he won’t hear me yawn
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| It’s not as if my boots are down at heel
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| It’s a steal
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| Ho hum I might be dumb
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| But I can’t compete with you old chum
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| I can’t compete so I won’t compete
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| 'Cause I’m never gracious in defeat
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| Sometimes I’m thinking to myself
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| It’s down to me and no one else
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| And then I fall to earth and I get real
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| It’s a steal
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| Ninety-nine new pence is fine
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| But I draw the line at the one pound sign
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| I draw a line that I dare not cross
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| Where a rich man’s gain is poor man’s loss
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| Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green
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| Work undercover for the Queen
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| But it’s just a yarn it’s not as if it’s real
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| It’s a steal
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| Sometimes I’m thinking to myself
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| Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
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| (Tell me what you really want) |