| I’ve got no money in my hands or my coat or my pocket
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| Won’t get to space 'cause I haven’t got a rocket
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| But I’ve air in my lungs
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| Eyes in my sockets
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| And a heart that beats
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| Like a tap that leaks
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| In the night when you haven’t got a plumber who can stop it
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| Jack in a box without a key to lock it
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| Well this boat may sink but I’m not gonna rock it
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| 'Cause the sea doesn’t know my name
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| Yeah the boat may sink but I’m not gonna rock it
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| 'Cause the sea doesn’t know my name
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| Well if you can’t get what you love
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| You learn to love the things you’ve got
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| If you can’t be what you want
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| You learn to be the things you’re not
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| If you can’t get what you need
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| You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming
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| All the things that stop you dreaming
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| Well I’ve got no ones word and nobody’s promise
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| Not a lot to show but this book full of sonnets
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| And my liver may be fucked but my heart is honest
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| And my word is true
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| Like the sky is blue
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| In the summer time when everybody gets on it
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| Warm our skins and get sunburnt from it
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| And our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver
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| trains
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| Yeah our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver
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| trains
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| Well if you can’t get what you love
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| You learn to love the things you’ve got
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| If you can’t be what you want
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| You learn to be the things you’re not
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| If you can’t get what you need
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| You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming
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| All the things that stop you dreaming
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| Well if you can’t get what you love
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| You learn to love the things you’ve got
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| If you can’t be what you want
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| You learn to be the things you’re not
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| If you can’t get what you need
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| You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming
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| All the things that stop you dreaming
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| All the things that stop you dreaming |