| When we met I wasn’t on my game,
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| I’ve been called a lot of things I’m not ashamed to say,
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| Things like «Too political», «Hyper cynical»,
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| But «kind of funny» felt okay,
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| It’s a blur back in the early days,
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| But the feelings keep on coming like the crashing waves,
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| In the sunny section, looking for affection,
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| Who needs Tenerife when we’ve got Whitley bay?
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| Oh my heart, I try to keep it open,
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| Oh my heart, I try to keep it full,
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| There’s a world outside where I feel so broken,
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| But you make me feel mendable.
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| Cursing trophies at the Bernabau,
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| That Lynchian exhibit really freaks me out,
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| There were sirens wailing, six men ailing,
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| I feel like throwing up right now,
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| We watched movie, if I’m not mistaken,
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| Johnny Clay portrayed by Sterling Hayden,
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| Stick-up at the races, chiaroscuro faces,
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| Who needs heroes anyhow? |