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Dawn sings in the garden
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Phone sings in the hall
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This boy's dead from two day's life
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Resurrected by the call
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Penny here, we've got to come, so come on round to me
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There's so much Penny lying here to touch, taste and tease
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Ring a ding ding ding I'm going down
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I'm coming round
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Penny's place her crummy room
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Her Dansette crackles to Jimi's tune
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I don't care, I taste Ambre Solaire
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Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair
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Ring a ding ding ding I'm going down
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I'm coming around
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All thoughts of sleep desert me
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There is no time
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Thirty minutes brings me round to
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Her number 9
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Yeah, she looks like a painting
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Jackson Pollock's Number 5
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Come into the forest and taste the trees
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The sun starts shining and I'm hard to please
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Ring a ding ding ding I'm going down
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I'm coming around
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All thoughts of sleep desert me
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There is no time
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Thirty minutes brings me round to
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Her number 9
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To look down on the clouds
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You don't need to fly
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I've never flown in a plane
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I'll live until I die
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Going Down
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| Stone Roses |
