| FOR ALL THESE YEARS
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| Tanita Tikaram
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| I got a scent on you, I got something here to show
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| It’s somebody’s slice of life
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| I had it tailor made, I had it soaken, shaken and shown around the world
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| And for all these things you tell me, well
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| I can’t quite believe
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| You are still there and I’m still trying to be somebody
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| Always on the upkeep, always trying to reach the rest of us We don’t have anything to say, nothing to give
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| Well, life it blows away
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| I have another chance, I may have two lives
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| But my both lives will be brief lives
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| And then, you all will wonder why
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| I was nearly 16 years old
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| You were only 17, life isn’t so complicated
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| But then life isn’t supposed to be For all these years
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| For all these years
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| Could somebody tell them
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| To hurry on, hurry on down
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| Would somebody tell them to hurry on, hurry on down
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| Every censor, everybody loses their way
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| I have a wealth of material, I have a well of people to share with you
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| Every lover
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| Well they all tell us Yes, I have his wife in the background
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| But I have more than this, I have more than this
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| And if Mr. Chaste, he has a past
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| Give it to me
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| I was nearly 16 years old
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| You were only 17, life isn’t so complicated
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| But then life isn’t supposed to be For all these years
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| For all these years |