| Stay out of trouble, mind how you go
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| When you’re off out in your car you must know
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| What good is driving too fast
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| When the risk you’re taking could be your last
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| And asking me how I spend my time
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| If it isn’t in your room it’s in mine
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| Which brings me nicely
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| Round to what precisely you’d feel
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| If I asked you to come away
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| What could be better? |
| It’s true
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| One room together for me
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| Is all we need at the end of the day
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| Money, as always, causes a rift
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| An amount you have lent is seen as a gift
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| How often has this destroyed
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| Families who now each other avoid
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| It does
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| The root of all which causes so much grief
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| You’ll have to hand it to those
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| Look at it forever but never get close
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| Say what you like, it’s nice to be told
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| You look so much younger than you do now old
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| I’m truly grateful
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| For the way a hateful remark
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| Is somehow kicked out of play
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| Although it has to be said
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| Kicking is not something we
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| Want to see at the end of the day
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| Live for the moment, hop on a train
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| 'Cause the moment you see why nothing’s changed
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| You paid your money for what?
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| It’s a seat to sit on that you haven’t got
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| However come what may
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| You can take it as real at the end of the day |