When we met I got wet
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Just waiting for the chance
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To dance at your feet
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And wipe your wooden seat
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Chorus:
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Trevor, you're bizarre
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I wish that you could tell
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Trevor, you'll go far
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I certainly wish you well
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He said, I am dead
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My career has passed its peak
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And I'm weak and you're strong
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You'll have to sing this song
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Chorus
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Your words your fears
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Who do they touch on this earth
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Who gave birth
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Surely they could've done worse
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Chorus
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Shame he was nice, a nice boy
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Just filled with guts and joy
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But he died, and an audience of one cried
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Shame, he was nice
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Filled with guts and joy, filled with guts and joy
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He sang it from his heart
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And all who said they heard
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Said he sang it from his heart
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Trevor You're Bizarre
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| The Beautiful South |
