We give ourselves
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a beginning a middle and an end
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We look for love
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and a couple of friends
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It's how you see it
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It's not what you see
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You don't really know much
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Just what you believe
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Give me something to hold onto
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Give me something to keep
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You don't have to give it all
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Just enough to let me sleep
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You don't have to give it all
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I gave myself
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a beginning a middle and an end
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Still look for love
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and have a couple of friends
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That's how I see it
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but it's not what I see
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You don't really know me
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I'm not what i seem
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Give me something to hold onto
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Give me something to keep
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You don't have to give it all
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Just enough to let me sleep
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You don't have to give it all
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Give me something to hold onto
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Give me something to keep
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are you half empty
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What have they stolen
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are you half full
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What did they fill you with
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Give me something to hold onto
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Give me something to keep
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You don't have to give it all
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Just enough to let me sleep
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You don't have to give it all
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You don't have to give it all
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You don't have to give it all
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Just enough to let me sleep
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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