| One night in a cold sweat
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| I heard the call
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| So without fear and free from fright
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| I walked tall
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| As I crept the passages
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| Only just but faint
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| In and out of the central heating
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| It came and then went
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| Samantha, Samantha dear
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| I have to be gone
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| Samantha, oh Samantha dear
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| But ooh, she slept on
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| Well I’ve itched a thousand itches
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| But this one tops them all
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| While crouched down with an ear to the ground
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| I saw the call
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| Springing up in disbelief
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| The supension spilt
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| And peering in a bathroom mirror
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| Hung the men with guilt
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| Samantha, Samantha dear
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| I have to be gone
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| Samantha, oh Samantha dear
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| But ooh, she slept on
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| One night in a cold sweat
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| I heard the call
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| So without fear and free from fright
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| I walked tall
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| Samantha, Samantha dear
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| I have to be gone
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| Samantha, oh Samantha dear
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| But
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| Samantha, Samantha dear
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| I have to be gone
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| Samantha, oh Samantha dear
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| But
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| There were all sorts of funny faces
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| Being pulled
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| But mine was the funniest face
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| Samantha, Samantha dear
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| I have to be gone
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| Samantha, oh Samantha dear
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| But ooh, she slept on |