HELLO
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I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
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Hung by his pretty white neck
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Some eighteen months ago
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I travelled to a mystical time zone
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But I missed my bed
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So I soon came home
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They said:
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"there's too much caffeine
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In your blood stream
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And a lack of real spice
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In your life"
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I said:
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"leave me alone because I'm alright, dad
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Just surprised to still be on my own...."
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Ooh, but don't mention love
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I'd hate the strain of the pain again
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A rush and a push and the land that
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We stand on is ours
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It has been before
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So it shall be again
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And people who are uglier than you and I
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They take what they need, and leave
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Ooh, but don't mention love
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I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again
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A rush and a push and the land that
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We stand on is ours
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It has been before
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So why can't it be now?
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And people who are weaker than you and I
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They take what they want from life
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Ooh, but don't mention love
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No - just don't mention love!
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A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours
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Your youth may be gone
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But you're still a yound man
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So phone me, phone me, phone me
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So phone me, phone me, phone me
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Ooh, I think I'm in love
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Ooh, I think I'm in love
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Ooh, I think I'm in love
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Urrgh, I think I'm in lerv
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A Rush And A Push And The Land Is Ours
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| The Smiths |
