| When I get back to Blighty
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| I’m gonna kiss that shore
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| Cause the further that I sail from thee
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| I only love thee more
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| When I get back to Blighty
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| I may actually love you less
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| Cause you may be, cause you may be pointing
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| A little too far west
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| Bus driver ain’t smokin'
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| Or swiggin' from black can
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| But whilst he was texting
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| He nearly killed a man
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| The bus queue all Twittered
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| About the near miss
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| And the rag 'n' bone man’s wearing
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| High-vis
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| And the rag 'n' bone man’s wearing
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| High-vis
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| See, the spirit of old Blighty
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| Ain’t making deals on phone
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| It’s drinking in a backstreet pub
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| Till 12 midnight alone
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| The real Clint Eastwood
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| The real Lee Van Cleef
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| Ended up in a bar in Hull
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| Minus all of their teeth
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| When I get back to Blighty
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| I’ll be sure to kiss that coast
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| Cause of all the rotten places
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| I miss this rot the most
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| When I get back to Blighty
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| I won’t salute your queen
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| I’ll salute the real people
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| The history they’ve seen
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| The phone ain’t working
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| And the bus shelter’s smashed
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| And all the 'Help for Harry’s
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| Are bleeding for your cash
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| Now the shock and awe
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| Replaced pie and mash
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| This country is out on the lash
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| This country is out on the lash
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| It’s 11 a. |
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| It’s blue upon blue in the sky
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| But everyone around agrees
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| Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die
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| A white T-shirt and faded jeans
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| Just, just an ordinary guy
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| But prisoner to his tax returns
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| Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die
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| Oh, he must die
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| Oh yeah
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| Ooh woah woah, woah
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| He must die
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| Ooh yeah
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| Phil Collins must die
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| He must die
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| Oh yeah
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| Woah woah, woah
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| Yeah, die
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| Ooh ooh woah, woah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I Get Back To Blighty, artist - Paul Heaton. Album song What Have We Become, in the genre Альтернатива