| So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on they’re so filthy rich
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| Comparing oil rigs, how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch
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| Hanging off the chandeliers, their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers
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| And the oldies at the back try their best to hack their way out with the
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| gardener’s pruning shears
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| And they’re discussing champagne
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| The latest and greatest lame campaign, and how their brothers own shares one
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| Day it’ll make them millionaires, you see this girl, she
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| Looks like she crawled out the lost and found
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| She pulls right up to my ear and says
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| Whatever you do don’t turn
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| Love its a game
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| Champagne’s the main course
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| A million stairs and a million stares
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| Unfurl my wings
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| My fall makes no sound here
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| Don’t turn around dear
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| Don’t turn
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| Roundabouts and washing lines
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| We do each other’s laundry in our hearts sometimes
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| Come back
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| Come back
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| We don’t have time to fuck around
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| Abouts and washing lines
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| We do each others laundry in our hearts sometimes
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| Come back
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| Come back
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| We don’t have time to fuck around
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| Only one not wearing cufflinks, only one not begging to buy her drinks
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| Watching the clocks and
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| Do you think she even knows I bought my shoes from oxfam
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| And they’re telling jokes
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| Got that one about two men in a tent
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| Laughs out loud at mine do you like my accent like my accent
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| And I’ll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colours
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| Become someone’s wife
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| Forget the girl that she once was
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| And I’ll sit by
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| Cocktail gripped in a shaking hand thinking what the hell went wrong cos we had
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| this planned
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| Had it all planned
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| On the brink
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| Though we’ll drink
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| Yes I do even know you bought your shoes from oxfam
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| Watch me choke at your bad joke
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| There’s no fucking way you’re from southend
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| I’m no one’s wife strife
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| All those fellas
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| Only scarecrow left in oz
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| I’ll cry sail to foreign lands
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| The best laid plans had it all planned
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| Roundabouts and washing lines
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| We do each other’s laundry in our hearts sometimes
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| Come back
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| Come back
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| We don’t have time to fuck around
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| Abouts and washing lines
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| We do each others laundry in our hearts sometimes
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| Come back
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| Come back
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| We don’t have time to fuck around
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| It’s getting late
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| Look a complete and utter state
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| She pops out the blue and says
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| Doesn’t matter mate
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| See this girl she’s been around
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| Bet you a pound
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| She pulls right up to my ear and says
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| Whatever you do
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| Don’t turn 'round
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| My entire life it’s running away too fast
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| Watching everyone I’ve ever loved walk past
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| Never really quite getting the knack of
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| Knowing no one will not
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| Ever come back for you
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| My whole life
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| It won’t last
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| Merry make me love forget the past
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| I’m not telling but you can fuck off if no one will come back for you
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| Come back for you
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| So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on so filthy rich
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| Comparing oil rigs how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch
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| Hanging off the chandeliers their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers
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| And the oldies at the back
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| They’re at the back
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| And we can hear their cheers
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| So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on they’re all bewitched
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| I’m drinking horlicks and my friends are telling me I’m pissed
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| Put up one hell of a fight
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| ‘gainst all my sins and the candlelight
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| And don’t turn round
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| Darling |