| There’s nothing that’s better at all
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| That’s better than the sound of the closest call
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| Tells you to act proud, act proud, walk tall
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| There’s nothing that’s better at all
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| There’s nothing that can be compared
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| To the silver braid that plaits your hair
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| It’s as if you didn’t care
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| There’s nothing that can be compared
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| There’s trouble in your town
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| The wind blew in and your confidence drowned
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| Hasn’t been the same since you found
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| There’s trouble in your town
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| I didn’t read your letters
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| With you, they’re never news
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| And they’re no substitute for the times I never see you
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| That’s all anyway
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| What have you got to lose
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| Goes for me too…
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| There’s nothing I’d rather do
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| Take you in and pull you through
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| Take you in and pull you through
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| There’s nothing I’d rather do
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| There’s nothing I’d rather do |