| How many cups of wine will I have consumed?
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| The people realise they have rolled past my tomb
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| We’re drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
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| The people realise they have rolled past my tomb
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| Strike a light
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| Raise your glasses
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| Drink a toast to the boring classes
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| On the Albion-ay
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| Spew it out your soul
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| Love is on the dole
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| And there she will stay
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| All night long we were singing Northern songs
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| All night long we were singing Northern songs
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| Only you battered your broken nose on the grindstone
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| You wake a slave you squandered
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| So your soul is not your own
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| I run from the dust and gloom
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| With only my secrets to keep me warm
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| That’s all I could do to keep them from you
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| And its all a pact we swore
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| Strike a light
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| Raise your glasses
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| Drink a toast to the boring classes
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| With Albion-ay
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| Spew it out your soul
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| Love is on the dole
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| And there she will stay
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| All night long we were singing Northern songs
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| All night long we were singing Northern songs
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| And I love every inch of you
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| Yes I do love every single inch of you
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| But doesn’t she get that warm glow inside?
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| Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind
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| Oh well, don’t you tell me how blessed are the poor
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| You’ve always wanted one slice more
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| Than you and me Love for today makes
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| My darling was a preacher on the Albion stage
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| She might have been a preacher in the good old days
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| We’re drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
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| Don’t people realise they’ve rolled past my tomb
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| Oh well
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| Don’t you tell me how blessed are the meek
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| You never turn the other cheek
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| Once in your life
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| Love is on the dole. |