| They woke to grey English morning
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| And to a strange honeymoon
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| The girl who gave him all her love
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| And the man who said it still wouldn’t do His parents always worked hard
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| Never went to bed late
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| Nd though they were God’s own people
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| They’re still the ones he loves to hate
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| He never wanted to Suffer this fate
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| All the girls have fallen for
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| The man they love to hate
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| The city is an animal
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| It snores and by day it roars
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| And though he loved to hate it He couldn’t live without it’s flaws
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| With pastel curtains moaning
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| At a thousand harsh words — then hush
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| The girl she wanted to leave
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| Because she loved the man too much
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| He never wanted to Suffer this fate
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| All the girls have fallen for
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| The man they love to hate
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| His father was a fighter
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| And he practised on his son
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| His mother was just some furniture
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| Who’d lost the will to run
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| The girl she wrote him a farewell note
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| And though he probably didn’y care too much
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| The girl she finally left him
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| Because she loved the man too much |