| Don’t whisper love and dream of wedding bells
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| Don’t do all the talking, let love speak up itself
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| Let love speak up itself
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| So wehn you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face
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| Let it breathe into us and put you back in place
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| Let it breathe, let it breathe
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| From the day it came into us till the day it wants to leave
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| For it will, it will go
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| And it will not say godbye just likte it didn’t say hello
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| There will not be a send-off, a funeral or mass
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| Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass
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| 'To the world’s greatest mum
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| From the oldest swinger in town'
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| Let love speak up itself
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| Let love speak up itself
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| Let it rise up in the morning and take us for that walk
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| Let it do the talking when we’re too tired to talk
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| When we’re too tired to talk
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| And when you feel unhappy that I’m not the one I was
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| Let love rot inside and let love palm you off
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| Let it rot, let it rot
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| Lite it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
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| In a knot, in a knot
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| Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
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| Hang them from a cleaver and say 'Look what we’ve got
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| A man and a woman and guess what they forgot'
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| 'To the world’s greatest mum
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| From the oldest swinger in town'
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| Let love speak up itself |