No, don't ask me to apologise.
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I won't ask you to forgive me.
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If I'm gonna go down,
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you're gonna come with me
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You say 'Why don't you be a man about it,
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like they do in the grown-up movies?'
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But when it comes to the other way around,
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you say you just wanna use me. Oh,
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you sit and you wonder whether
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it's gonna be syndicated.
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You sit with your knees together.
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All the time your breath is baited.
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Hand in Hand.
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No, don't ask me to apologise.
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I won't ask you to forgive me.
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If I'm gonna go down,
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you're gonna come with me
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Don't you know I got the bully boys out
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changing someone's facial design,
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sitting with my toy room lout,
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polishing my precious china
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Don't you know I'm an animal?
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But don't you know I can't stand up steady?
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But you can't show me any kind of hell
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that I don't know already.
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Hand in Hand.
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No, don't ask me to apologise.
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I won't ask you to forgive me.
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If I'm gonna go down,
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you're gonna come with me
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Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand...
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Hand In Hand
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| Elvis Costello |
