| I’m not going to sit here and lie and list all the many ways
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| About how I will supposedly love you till the end of days
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| Because I think that we both know in twenty-eight and a half years' time
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| That I won’t be yours and you probably won’t be mine
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| But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
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| This little one will find it hard to find sorrow
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| Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
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| Middleton to Withington and Middleton and back
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| Is more than enough to make the average Middletonian crack
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| So I will stand outside the Travelodge and bite my tongue
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| Your best friends look me up and down and I’ll write the song
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| But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
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| This little one will find it hard to find sorrow
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| Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
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| Will they be there on Tuesday night
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| Running the bath and turning out the lights?
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| Will they be there on Thursday afternoons
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| To welcome you home from Euston platform eight, heart-shaped balloons?
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| No
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| But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow |