| I live up here on this hill
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| She lives down there in the green belt
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| Her parents don’t like me cos I’m come from this hill
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| There little girls future is in doubt
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| I ain’t got no money to buy her
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| Her parents expect nothing less
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| But at night under cover of darkness
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| She sneaks out to receive my S.O.S
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| I’m sending semaphore signals to the green belt
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| Messages of love down to her house
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| Semaphore signals to the girl I love
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| Semaphore signals coming down from above
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| I’m up all night sending signals
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| Tapping out love in morse code
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| Forever trying new angles
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| Keeping in touch on a string telephone
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| Messages of love to the green belt
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| From a semaphore lover on the hill
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| Who’s one day gonna hear some wedding bells
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| Till then I’ll be standing by this window sill
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| Just sending semaphore signals to the green belt
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| Semaphore signals down to her house
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| Semaphore signals to the girl I love
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| Semaphore signals coming down from above
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| I’m sending semaphore signals to the green belt
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| Semaphore signals to the green belt
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| I’m sending semaphore signals to the green belt
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| Just sending semaphore signals to the… |