| You've got me all wrong
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| I'm not that guy
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| I'm just the singer of the song in my mind's eye
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| If I thought what you think
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| I wouldn't even be here
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| I've just dropped in for a drink before I disappear
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| You've got me all wrong
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| There's no one I'm missing
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| I'm quite happy to be alone
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| There are no lips I'm kissing
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| The truth must be the truth
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| Unvarnished in its telling
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| Otherwise it's just hype you hope
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| People won't notice you're peddling
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| Autumn is here
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| And they're burning the heather
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| Sheepdogs are running
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| Hell for leather
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| Seasons are changing
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| Time's moving along
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| Give me a drink and I'll be gone
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| Where did I come from?
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| Where do I go?
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| Time is so heartless
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| You don't want to know
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| I set out in the dark
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| Waking from a nightmare
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| Hoping I could find
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| The middle of nowhere
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| I'm a stranger in this town
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| But that's as far as it goes
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| And where I am bound no one knows
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| Autumn is here
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| And they're burning the heather
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| Sheepdogs are running
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| Hell for leather
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| Seasons are changing
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| Time's moving along
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| Give me a drink and I'll be gone
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| You've got me all wrong
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| That's what I'm sensing
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| I'm not one of those bread-heads
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| Always pounds, shillings, and pence-ing
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| There's a few things I need
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| But I've enough money for paying
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| And if you've enough room
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| I'll consider staying |