[spoken]
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"Bang, the little drummer takes a solo, reaching his young hands all over traps and kettles and cymbals and foot-peddle
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BOOM in a fantastic crash of sound a¢æ¡° but what will happen?"
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The dance halls are dark now
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The ballrooms are closed
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No wax for my needle and I don't suppose
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You'll be swinging by anytime soon
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Singing that same so-so tune
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Nobody's playing
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No-one's been paid
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The music's all stopped and
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You never said you could
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Wait from September to June
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Singing that same so-so tune
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While brothers are fighting and working to rule
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Here's a tired, sentimental old song
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It goes: 'Ooh, baby, baby
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Treating me wrong'
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We'll be back where we belong before long
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(It's the beat of the heart)
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(It's the beat of the heart)
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(It's the beat of the heart)
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(It's the beat of the heart)
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(It's the beat of the heart)
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While brothers are fighting and working to rule
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Here's a tired, sentimental old song
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It goes: 'Ooh, baby, baby
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Treating me wrong'
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We'll be back where we belong before long
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I've heard all the stories
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It's wild and it's new
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Hot sounds in the city
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But what can I do?
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Might as well shoot for the moon
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Singing that same so-so tune
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Singing that same so-so tune
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That Same So-So Tune
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| Chumbawamba |
