| Ooh you care, you really, really care
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| >From the first 12 I made to the colour of my underwear
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| Ooh you know, you really, really know
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| Inside, outside in, from head to toe
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| But where were you in the colder days?
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| I’d like to know, I’d like to know
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| And where will you be in years to come?
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| I’d like to know, I’d like to know
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| So don’t beg and don’t plead
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| You can’t have the heart you made bleed
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| You’re in love with fame
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| So whilst we love, please don’t scream my name
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| You’re my friends, my only real friends
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| But I’d like to know where you’ll be when the party ends
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| I remember your face the dance was slow
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| Easy by The Commodores and you said 'no'
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| But where were you in colder days?
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| I’d like to know, I’d like to know
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| And where will you be in years to come?
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| I’d like to know, I’d like to know
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| So here’s an invitation to this caring nation
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| 25 years from now will you come my cremation
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| Sherry or beer, family and friends
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| Will you be there? |
| Will you be there?
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| No fame, no fortune, no name in lights
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| Will you be there? |
| Will you be there? |