| Hanging round your house again
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| I feel so out of place
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| Going to the corner shop
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| the man from outer space
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| Seems so very long ago
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| when we stayed up through the night
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| Like those days would never end
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| and all them things would never mend
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| And I’m feeling kind of black and blue
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| but the fresh winds on the street
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| Free falling through the years, but I’m still on my feet
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| Early before breakfast time, sometime after dawn
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| Gently close the front door, leave you on your own
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| But now its over, and I can’t help feeling glad
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| Oh so many tears were spent
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| oh so many years just went
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| And I’m feeling kind of black and blue
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| but the wind is on my back
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| No time for fair do wells
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| Don’t forget to feed the cat
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| no time for fairy tales, no time for,
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| no time for little hells, no time for wedding bells
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| Cos I’m feeling kind of black and blue
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| but the fresh winds on the street
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| Free falling through the years
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| but I’m still on my feet
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| Feeling kind of black and blue
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| but the fresh winds on the street
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| Free falling through the years
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| but I’m still on my feet
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| Feeling kind of black and blue
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| but the wind is on my back
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| No time for fair do wells
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| Don’t forget to feed the cat |