| Oh! |
| I read a review in a magazine
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| must have been the other day
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| the writer wrote about a folk sound band
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| and the songs he heard them play
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| it’s alright, if you like their music
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| they don’t get you up any higher
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| oh! |
| the words are nice and the harmonies
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| but it won’t set the world on fire
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| so I tuned in the sounds on the radio
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| and tried to get abreast of the scene
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| the DJ’s mouth, it never seemed to close
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| and the records fell in-between
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| spaced out, right on,
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| come and get your rocks off,
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| strung up, high as a wire
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| oh! |
| he blew out a fuse before they read the news
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| but it didn’t set the world on fire
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| so I went up town to hear a hard rock band
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| and get it right in my soul
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| the singer looked cute in a see-through suit
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| while the drummer laid a jelly roll
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| I know you might say I’m a liar
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| they must have blown the lid of the national grid
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| but they didn’t set the world on fire
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| I know you might say I’m a liar
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| they must have blown the lid of the national grid
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| but they didn’t set the world on fire
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| oh! |
| they must have blown the lid of the national grid
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| but they didn’t set the world on fire
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| oh! |
| they must have blown the lid of the national grid
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| but they didn’t set the world on fire |