| Ever since I was a young boy
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| I’ve been tongue-tied and shy
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| Ah in that train, just yesterday
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| I saw you riding by
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| You have got to think about position
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| And I’ve got to think about left and right
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| Left and right, left and right
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| Now that you’ve come to your decision
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| Oh tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| Tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| Woke up this morning
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| Gave you a thought
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| So I laid down and gave you one more
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| I’ve been plotting, scheming
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| Hoping, dreaming
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| All day about trying to score
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| You’ve got a thing about about position
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| And I’ve got a thing about left and right
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| Left and right, left and right
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| Now that you’ve come to your decision
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| Tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| Tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| I’ve been crossing my knees
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| I’ve been darking my eyes
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| I’m in line with my peacenik queues
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| Well I straighten my head
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| Then I iron my tie
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| And I wonder what suit to choose
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| I’ve got a thing about about position
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| And I’ve gotta think about left and right
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| Left and right, left and right
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| Now that you’ve come to your decision
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| Oh tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| Tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night
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| Tell me, how can I forget you
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| After tomorrow night |