| So, goodbye
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| Please stay with your own kind
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| And I’ll stay with mine
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| There’s something against us
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| It’s not time
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| It’s not time
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| So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I know I need hardly say
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| How much I love your casual way
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| Oh, but please put your tongue away
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| A little higher and we’re well away
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| The dark nights are drawing in
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| And your humour is as black as them
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| I look at yours, you laugh at mine
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| And «love» is just a miserable lie
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| You have destroyed my flower-like life
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| Not once — twice
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| You have corrupt my innocent mind
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| Not once — twice
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| I know the wind-swept mystical air
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| It means: I’d like to see your underwear
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| I recognise that mystical air
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| It means: I’d like to see your underwear
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| What do we get for our trouble and pain?
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| Just a rented room in Whalley Range
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| What do we get for our trouble and pain?
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| …Whalley Range!
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| Into the depths of the criminal world
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| I followed her… |