| Shout if you will, but that just won’t do
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| I, for one, would rather follow softer options
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| I’ll take the easy line; |
| another sip of wine
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| And if I ignore the face you wore it’s just a way of
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| Mine to keep from flying colours
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| Don’t lay your bait while the whole world waits
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| Around to see me shoot you down --- It’s all so second-rate
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| When we can last for days on a loving night;
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| Or for hours at least on a warm whisper given
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| You always pick the best time to rise to the fight
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| To break the hard bargain that we’ve driven
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| Once again we’re flying colours
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| I thought we had it out the night before
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| And settled old scores, but not the hard way
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| Was it a glass too much? |
| Or a smile too few?
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| Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we
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| Want them to?
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| In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow
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| Keeping cool by mutual permission
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| How did the conversation get to where we came to blows?
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| We were set up in a red condition
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| And again we’re flying colours
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| Shout --- but you see it still won’t do
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| With my colours on I can be just as bad as you
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| Have I had a glass too much? |
| Did I give a smile too few?
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| Did our friends all catch the needle match --- did we
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| Want them to?
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| We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play
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| All so predictable and we know it
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| We’ll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way
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| You may not even live to outgrow it!
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| Once again we’re flying colours |