| The work is done and the record pressed
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| Now you’re doing battle
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| With the fickle press
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| You’ve got to strike the hammers
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| And pull the bow
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| And another fool
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| Is just another show
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| It’s all the same
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| And you’ve seen this before
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| And you’ve seen this before
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| And you’ve seen this before
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| And don’t it seem like too long a time
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| Since you were sweating in the streetlight?
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| Too many dreams, not enough schemes
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| And a bike with no gears to ride
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| With the wheels going too slow
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| So, you tell 'em:
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| «I'm leaving London for Lands End
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| With a green tent and a violin
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| I’m going to strike the hammers
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| And pull the bow
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| Just another day to forget this show
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| And come back to me»
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| Come back to me
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| Darling come back to me
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| Come back…
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| Now don’t it seem like too long a time
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| Since you were sweating in the spotlight?
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| Too many jeers, not enough cheers
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| But when you sing you’ve got nothing to hide
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| Singing: «where does the time go?
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| And where did the time go?»
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| Oh Darling when will you ever learn?
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| The grass is always greener
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| Its everywhere you turn
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| You’ll see it:
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| Everything you’re sure of is up for change
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| We’re all stuck on this spinning stage
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| Spinning around and round
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| And round and round and round |