Hello, hello, hello,
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How are you?
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It was good to see ya,
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It was good to see ya
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No-one's gotta hold on you,
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You've spent your whole life running wild
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Livin' lovin' London town
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In the days of '65
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A sharp cut suit and a chrome Lambretta
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Took you down to Brighton beach
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A bag of blues and a Yardbirds tune
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With the weekend at your feet
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All your life you've been trying
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To find a road that turns back time
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You're still flying
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Those days are dying...
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Hello, hello, hello
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How are you?
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It was good to see ya
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It was good to see ya
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Hello, hello, hello
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How are you?
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I can see you're looking good,
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It was good to see ya...
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Heading down on the 10.15
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All the way to sea and sand,
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No-one's gotta hold on you
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Or the music of the band
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There's nothing like a memory
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To make it all come flooding back...
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All your life, you've been riding,
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To the sun that kissed the sky,
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But it's time, to say goodbye...
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Hello, Hello
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| T.N.T. |
