It's Christmas eve in Wadebridge
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In a pub called the quarryman
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Andrew's sitting drinking all alone at the bar
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He's been sitting there since lunchtime
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Talking about his farm
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And drinking Cornish knocker
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When in walks his friend George
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Wearing aviators and a white linen suit
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He pulls up a bar stool and sits down next to Andrew
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At Christmas time it's nice to get
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Together with your friends
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Especially the friends that you don't get to see much anymore
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Cos it isn't wham sitting
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In that pub on Christmas eve
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It's just two friends called George and Andrew who've known each other
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Since they were thirteen
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Andrew wants to know if George regrets going solo and
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George admits that sometimes it gets lonely on your own
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George recalls the backlash that he suffered from shoot the dog
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Andrew likens it to the campaign for real ale
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They might have gone their separate ways since wham broke up
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But you never make friends like the friends you make when you're young
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At Christmas time it's nice to get
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Together with your friends
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Especially the friends that you don't get to see much anymore
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Cos it isn't wham sitting
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In that pub on Christmas eve
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It's just two friends called George and Andrew who've known each other
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Since they were thirteen
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Tweet
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George And Andrew
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| The Boy Least Likely To |
