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The Worm Turns
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A quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work
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Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook
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But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish
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The angler would fall into the pond and get eaten by the fish
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The Worm Turns
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| Chumbawamba |
