| Could I interest you in a little something special
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| Pay the earth but if you have no money
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| Your attention’ll do And if you don’t give a damn
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| You’re welcome to keep it It’s a hard road when you know where you’re going
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| And it’s harder when you know where you’re not
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| So I’ll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
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| But good God give me strength to face another lazy day of If I was a millionaire I’d be a million miles from here
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| Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
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| For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
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| Have turned into scabs and still I’m seeing double
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| And I’m looking twice my age
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| It’s getting to the stage where
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| I’m old, not wise, just worried
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| And stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
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| And with a thread that’s hard to follow
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| You came into my life like a brick through a window
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| And I cracked a smile
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| Who remembers the good old games
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| That seemed to fill our days
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| Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
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| I-spy, SPIT in your eye
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| Those around me who came up trumps
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| Would always get down on their knees to brag |