| Darling you and I’ve been here before,
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| We were younger then, so was our love.
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| It’s a road I need not walk again,
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| Something’s faded out and now we’re trapped.
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| There is gold somewhere
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| And I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
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| I’d rather do anything else.
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| Any kid could play a better game than us;
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| It’s not fun to watch us try.
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| Darling, you’re so far from being a fool
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| That I won’t accept any treats from you.
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| Must have been a long and lonely walk
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| From your tower to my door,
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| From your garden to my table.
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| There is gold somewhere
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| And I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
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| I’d rather do anything else.
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| Any kid could play a better game than us;
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| It’s not fun to watch us try.
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| On a night like this I learnt to call your name,
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| It echoed through the halls bold and full, remember when?
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| Every word we said turned out a lie,
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| Every word we said turned out a lie.
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| There is gold somewhere
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| And I’m tired of baking bread for you, my love,
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| I’d rather do anything else.
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| Any kid will play a better game than ours;
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| It’s not fun to watch us try. |