Met me a girl the other week
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Long blonde hair lips you could eat
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She thanked me for the drinks I bought
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And said the train that she ought to have caught
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Had probably left
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I heard a voice inside me
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Say You lucky bugger
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Break a leg
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All my life I've tried to avert
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Incidents where, I could be hurt
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At school they taught me right from wrong
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No harm in being a weakling as long
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As long as you use your head
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Yet on the stage if you want to succeed
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The thing to do is
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Break a leg
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Why not an arm
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Why Not a toe
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Why only one when one
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As you know
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Is not quite complete
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To do that you need
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One more
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Upon my word you take it from me
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On my winter hols I love to ski
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But rather than go down too fast
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And end up with my face alas
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Covered in egg
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I do as my instructor says
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Get on that piste and break a leg
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Why not an arm not a chin
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What's so clever about breaking
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Your leg so to speak how would your feet
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Then grow
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I went to do the other night
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Could hardly drink cause I had to drive
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And just as I was about to leave
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A chap got up and spoke to me
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Here's what he said
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I hear your leaving that's a shame
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Its good to see you glad you came
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Before you go from all of us here
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A safe journey home now
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Break a leg
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Break A Leg 2
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| Gilbert O'Sullivan |
