| Singing for supper round the world
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| I’ve laughed in the afternoon
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| I have danced after the pubs have closed
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| By the bandstand under the moon
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| I’ve been drunk and I’ve been sober
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| I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad
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| But there never was a tour
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| Like the one we just had
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| And the roller coaster rolls round
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| We all know it’s slow going up
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| But just watch how fast it comes down
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| Junk food after mid-night
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| Hotel breakfast no champagne
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| Coffee quiet moments
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| And manic backstage games
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| Flying high on a good night
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| Racing down the aisles
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| With the surge of sound and power
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| Reflecting wicked smiles
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| And the roller coaster rolls round
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| We all know it’s slow going up
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| But just watch how fast it comes down
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| And I head an old lady
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| With a ghost of a voice
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| Singing time worn songs
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| Learnt in childhood
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| They are graceful heroic songs
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| In a style out of time
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| Sung in the only way she knows she could
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| And they come up fresh as morning dew
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| But there gems will last
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| To sparkle in the dark
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| A magic lantern of the past
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| And the roller coaster rolls round
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| We all know it’s slow going up
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| But just watch how fast it comes down |