| Oh, I wake up in the morning, can’t get out of bed
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| What a terrible aching in my head?
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| I’m pulling up the sheet, shutting out the light
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| But not today, today I cannot fight
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| I couldn’t get to work if I wanted to
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| The state I’m in you’d be glad if I don’t
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| I wash my face, comb my hair
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| Any minute and I will soon be there
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| I’m standing by the sink, looking over Market Square
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| The freezing windows, going out I cannot face
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| The dirty dishes from the night before
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| And dirty clothes are strewn across the floor
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| I couldn’t get to work if I wanted to
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| The state I’m in you’d be glad if I don’t
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| I wash my face, comb my hair
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| Any minute and I will soon be there
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| 'Cause I’ll go down to Africa
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| When I fall asleep
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| The burning plains of Africa
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| Is where I’m going to be
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| Oh, I’ve said goodbye to Holloway
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| Farewell Southend-on-Sea
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| The burning plains of Africa
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| Is where you will find me
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| I will soon be there
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| I will soon be there
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| 'Cause I’ll go down to Africa
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| 'Cause I’ll go down to Africa |