| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Oo, my, my, my
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| Oo, my, my, my
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| Went down to the station to look for her there
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| Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair
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| Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me
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| My, my
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| Oo, my, my, my
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| Down in the street, try’n' to remember
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| Shuffling my feet outside a menswear
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| Is that her in the fur coat?
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| No it’s not December yet
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| My, my, my
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| Oo, my, my, my
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Back to the house, maybe she’ll phone me
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| Singing my song, feeling so lonely
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| I’ll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
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| I can hear it, I can hear it
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing
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| Oo, my, my, my
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| Oo, my, my, my |