Don't stand me down, or around,
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for I'll never stop saying your name
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I was the one who came rushing to see you believed in your strategy
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Followed your course
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Around this time, yes, I came near to remorse,
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I never quite did, of course
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But then, things were no worse
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And you were the one I was waiting to see, believed implicitly
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But I never took tea
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I was always in doubt
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about working it out,
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hence my reasons to shout
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were in permanent doubt
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It's all changed now
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Now, though it seems I am losing,
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it's not true.
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And though it seems there's confusion,
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it's also not true
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As if I could not see
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believed implicitly
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in the tales of the British democracy
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How I swooned to the stories of Royal victories
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But the books of history were fairy tale stories
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But, never one to doubt
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and not first think about,
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I restrained all my doubt,
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now I'm working it out.
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Your good sister, it seems,
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is nowhere to be seen,
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they don't talk of Kathleen,
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things are not how they seem
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There's no beauty any more
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Now, though it seems I am losing,
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it's not true
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And though it seems there's confusion, it's also not true
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You say wait
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but some things don't wait any more
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Well, I've been to the promised Land
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I've been there
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I've also been down to the bottom
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and looked up from despair
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Now, though it seems I am losing,
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It's not true
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Now, though it seems there's confusion it's also not true
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Some things won't wait any more
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Don't stand me down, or around,
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for I'll never stop saying your name
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Here is a protest
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The Waltz
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
