| Fussing and fighting alone with our friends
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| Holding our breath and hoping it never will end
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| It’s been a long, long haul
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| We would be ducking and diving, a rise then a fall
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| Pretending the ups and the downs didn’t matter at all
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| And we got it almost right
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| Well there were hundreds and hundreds of mumbling miles
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| Always a personal reason to cop or to smile
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| Now there’s a green light
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| We came and we went, we went then we came
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| Slowly but surely we learnt that it wasn’t a game
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| But it was good clean fun
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| We were just second-hand cars along with the rest
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| Holding our own and hanging on in with the best
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| Nothing comes easy
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| Drinking and thinking what we’d rather do
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| Nothing of any real interest is coming on through
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| Maybe we’re all right now
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| But in the end does it matter, matter at all?
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| Scratching a living and having one hell of a ball
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| Nothing comes easy |