| Hiding neath my umbrella
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| Agreeable kind of fella
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| And take the safest route
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| Through all kinds of weather
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| Don’t commit to love
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| And don’t commit a crime
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| Worthless passion in your mind
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| The thrills that you’re imagining
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| Are a waste of your time
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| You sad individual
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| I’m not the one for you
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| You’ll never do
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| Time takes a mouthful of memory
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| Two spoonfuls
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| You forget everything
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| Life could be musical comedy
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| Prop-like street lighting
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| Awaiting your swing
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| Place your bets
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| I’ll place mine now
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| I will bet on your heart to win
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| I’ve got a feeling the weather is changing
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| And my luck is in
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| So what about the conversation
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| Heartfelt revelation
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| But then you realize
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| We are the diplomats
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| Talks are breaking down
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| Love is leaving town
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| Talk yourself into a corner
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| Skip the rope and go abroad, dear
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| What’s the attraction?
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| Follow the action
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| But you’re getting old
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| I can see the lines form on your face
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| Place your bets
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| I’ll place mine now
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| I’ve got a feeling the weather is changing so
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| Place your bets
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| I’ll place mine now
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| I’ve got a feeling the weather is changing so
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| Place your bets
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| I’ll place mine now
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| I will bet on your heart to win
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| I will bet on your heart to win
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| I’ve got a feeling the weather is changing
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| And my luck is in
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| My luck is in |