[Originally by Guns 'n' Wankers]
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I know I've done it again
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Left myself an impossible situation
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So drop the bomb and we'll drink to whose left standing
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Raise your glass, join the toast
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Pass the parcel 'til your bubble bursts
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Set the fuse place the charge
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Try your best to dodge the blast
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Five died, one embarrassed survivor
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Tried to raise a smile but failed
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Shell shocked grimace glued to his face
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Trailed off to the bar to start again
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Raise your glass
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Pass the parcel 'til your bubble bursts
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Then pull it out rip it up tear it to shreds
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Hurry on with the next
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Fun to guess,
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If a little complicated
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The winning hand
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Won't always take it your way
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Place your bet, swill it down
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And start again, knowing full well
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You've left yourself an impossible situation
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So drop the bomb and we'll drink to whose left standing
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BOMB!
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All right, that's all you get
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Do ya want to remember or try to forget
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Whatever's left's just a passing memory
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You might as well just raise your glass, join the toast
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Pass the parcel 'til your bubble bursts
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Then pull it out rip it up tear it to shreds
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Hurry on with the next
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Fun to guess,
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If a little complicated
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The winning hand
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Won't always take it your way
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Place your bet, swill it down
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And start again, knowing full well
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You've left yourself an impossible situation
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So drop the bomb and we'll drink to whose left standing
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BOMB!
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I know I've done it again
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Left myself an impossible situation
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So drop the bomb and we'll drink to whose left standing!
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Raise Your Glass
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