| Have fun, and if you can’t have fun
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| Have someone else’s fun
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| Cause someone sure had mine
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| They came in, now they’re having a whale of a time
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| And you should grow a beard, a beard to tell a thousand stories never told
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| before
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| A beard to tell you tales, whilst the fireplace roars
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| The closing of relationships and the opening of doors
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| The starting of hostilities and the ending of wars
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| Take care, and if you couldn’t care
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| Take someone else’s care
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| Cause someone took my care
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| They went there and then they were not there
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| We should have a baby and then I wouldn’t feel quite so sad
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| Then I’d feel like Paul the Saint and not Jack the Lad
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| A baby that’ll make me feel so very glad
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| I’ve had a life of booze, but that’s all I’ve ever had
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| Cause I’m the King of Misery
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| The Prince of the torn apart
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| And you’re the lighthouse keeper
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| To the owner of a ship-wrecked heart
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| Take heart, and if you can’t take heart
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| Take someone else’s heart
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| Someone took my heart
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| They came in, now I’m torn apart
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| We should grey together, not that pigeon-chested Trafalgar grey
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| The grey that greets you on that first October day
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| The grey of Russian front, whilst wolves bay
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| And the skeleton of life that love decays
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| Cause you’re the Queen of Sadness
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| The Princess of the House of Pain
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| And you’re the final match
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| To the holder of this flickering flame
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| Have fun… |