| I like your face and you like mine too
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| I like your face and you like mine too
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| Your looks are legend
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| And the legend is true
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| I like your face and you like mine too
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| Stereo’s on but nobody’s dancing
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| Nobody knows what they’re talking about
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| There is no Golden Age fashion
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| At least not in this town
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| So when I turned my head to cry
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| I had to dry my eye
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| I saw the tortoise from the sea
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| Swimming you back to me
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| And there across the sky
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| I can see what makes the legend
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| The legend is true
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| And it’s you
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| Yeah, you are the legend
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| The legend is true
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| I like your fangs and you like mine too
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| I like your fangs and you like mine too
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| That bite is legend
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| And the legend is true
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| I like your fangs and you like mine too
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| It’s been so long since rust made a racket
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| All the friars like to rock 'n' roll
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| But there underneath the dust jacket
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| That’s where the legend will go
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| And there across the sky
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| I can see what makes the legend
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| The legend is true
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| And it’s you
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| Yeah, you are the legend
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| The legend is true
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| So that is why I cry
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| I can see what takes a mention
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| The legend is true
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| And it’s you
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| Yeah, you are the legend
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| The legend is true
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| In the stagecoach on the highway
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| Will you be a-going my way?
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| Forsooth!
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| In the cottage on the green
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| Through the castle of the queen
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| Quite right!
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| Lords and ladies clap and sing
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| As raven clips his broken wing
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| Indeed!
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| So on a fortnight journey’s sting
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| Ask yourself do you like tings?
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| (Me like tings!) |