| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la
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| Great Western wind catches in your Celtic hair
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| Flicks it 'round your face like flames around the sun
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| In the bright cold air, you seem as innocent and fair
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| As Rita Tushingham in 1961
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| Well, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel so good
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| I wish that I can be as good as you
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| Mmm
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| Well, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel the good
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| Beyond the poison in us like you do
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| Like you do
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| LP records in your little hands
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| Put them on your little dansette for a dance
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| All those men sing 'You'll Never Walk Alone'
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| But you’ll never let them break your little heart
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| Oh, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel so good
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| I wish that I can be as good as you
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| Mmm
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| Well, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel the good
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| Beyond the poison in us like you do
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| Like you do
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| If you have some sort of secret
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| If you need someone to tell
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| You can tell me because my memory always fails
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| I will forget and your secret will remain
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| Yes, the secret, your secret will remain
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| Oh, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel so good
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| I wish that I can be as good as you
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| Mmm
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| Well, Lynsey Wells
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| How I wish that I could feel the good
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| Beyond the poison in us like you do
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| Like you do
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| How I wish that I could feel the good
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| I wish that I can be |