| Lambert never had much craic
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| But when I heard her say that you were back
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| I almost lost my balance there and then
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| I dreamed of all the hours we spent
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| Making plans, the best of friends
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| But did we all get what we wanted in the end?
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| I guess that just depends
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| New years eve hanging out on Palace Green
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| Everyone too pissed to count in unison it seemed
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| Midnight came without much fuss
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| You were all I needed then some busker sang a song about Milton Keynes
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| And shattered all our dreams
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| And as we walked home and I told you how I sometimes feel ashamed
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| Of these laboured vowels and glottal stops
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| The way I say my name
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| But I can’t put my faith in
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| Received pronunciation
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| When your stories clutter corners of my brain
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| The sad little refrain
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| A feeling that remains
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| I still remember you and the adventures that we had
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| And even at our worst we weren’t really all that bad
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| Nostalgia can be great from time to time
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| But to tell the truth I’m struggling today
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| Why’s it gotta feel so sad?
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| Same time next year
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| I’ll meet you here
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| Please take me home
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| I think I might cry
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| I’m sad but I’ve no idea why |