| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| It took ten years to realise
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| Why the angel start to cry
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| When you sail on down the lane
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| You have to smile your funny name
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| It’s so hopeless to define
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| When you jump to close to blinds
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| You known I’d help you if I could buy
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| Both my arms are made of wood
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| I just don’t mean the things that I say
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| It’s only ‘cause you’re made that way
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| When we groove on into town
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| Charles Atlas starts to frown
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| ‘Cause he’s not made like me and you
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| Just can’t do the things we do
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| I’m not being mean so don’t take it hard
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| When I ask you to run around the yard
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| At times like these you don’t have to say
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| So sorry it turned out that way
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing, there’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing, sorry for laughing
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| There’s too much happening
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| Sorry for laughing
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| It’s so hopeless to define
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| When you jump to close to blinds |