| I left the North, I travelled South
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| I found a tiny house and I can’t help the way I feel
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| Oh yes, you can kick me, and you can punch me
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| And you can break my face
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| But you won’t change the way I feel
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| 'Cause I love you
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| And is it really so strange?
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| Oh, is it really so strange?
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| Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
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| I say no, you say yes
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| And you will change your mind
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| I left the South, I travelled North
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| I got confused, I killed a horse, I can’t help the way I feel
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| Oh yes, you can punch me and you can butt me
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| And you can break my spine
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| But you won’t change the way I feel
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| 'Cause I love you
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| And is it really so strange?
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| Oh, is it really so strange?
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| Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
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| I say no, you say yes
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| But you will change your mind
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| I left the North again, I travelled South again
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| And I got confused, I killed a nun, I can’t help the way I feel
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| I can’t help the way I feel
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| I can’t help the way I feel
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| I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell
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| Why is the last mile the hardest mile?
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| My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes
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| And I realised, I realised, I could never
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| I could never, never, never go back home again |