| Now move a little closer baby
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| Don’t stand in the road
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| There’s such a lot of traffic about
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| You’ll catch your death of cold
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| And as you can well imagine
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| What with your death on my hands
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| Nobody would believe me
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| They just wouldn’t understand
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| Without you knowing
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| You got me going
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| Without your knowing
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| All the way
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| Now waiting for the bus to come
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| Is getting to be a drag
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| Time was when it used to get here
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| Dead on quarter past
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| Now its almost quarter to
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| And still it hasn’t shown
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| By the time I get to your place
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| I might just as well have flown
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| Without you knowing
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| You got me going
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| Without your knowing
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| All the way
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| And I don’t ever want you to think
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| That I’m the sort
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| Who has a woman waiting for me
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| In every port
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| I mean, as far as I know
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| I’ve never been to sea
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| Unless you count the time I went out
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| In it up to my knees
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| And I don’t ever want you to think
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| That for a start
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| I would ever do anything
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| To break your heart
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| You see, the bond we have between us
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| Is enough
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| To ensure when we’re together
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| We are miles away in love
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| Now I’m not superstitious
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| But if ever I see a cat
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| The first thing that I do
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| Is check and see it isn’t black
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| And if on close inspection
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| It turns out to be maroon
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| I’ll breathe a heavy sigh of relief
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| And grab you on my broom
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| Without you knowing
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| You got me going
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| Without your knowing
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| You got me going… (You got me going)
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| All the way |