| Gather round
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| Did you know we live on dangerous ground?
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| Singing songs without a sound
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| A dollar a pound
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| Five years late
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| Come along now keep rolling
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| And she always had a head for dates
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| Come along now keep well
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| Hanging too low to be picked
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| The leader’s in seventh heaven
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| Laughter and tears
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| And in between
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| All the things we might have been
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| O let me, o get me through
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| And later on
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| When the dirty deed is done
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| O let me, o get me through
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| I in way
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| When there’s no more rope
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| And the titles are there
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| You can find a new leader
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| Most any-old-where
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| Eight left oars
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| As we row in aid of worthy cause
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| So call it in and shout it out
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| Never a doubt
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| Flames will roar
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| Now i hate to cut through strands of hope
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| And the sparks will glow from shore to shore
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| We’ve a ten foot hole and a five foot rope
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| You’d better pay for something more
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| The leader’s in seventh heaven
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| Rolling up hills |