So the skin has turned its back on me again
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And it's back to playschool for me and my childhood friend
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Well get over it!
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And the words don't leave my mouth till I've had a dram
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So I sit in the corner and watch you like the man I am
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Well get over it!
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Get over it!
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D'you want my side, my side of the story?
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D'you want my side, my side of the story?
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Well I want you, want you like I'm eighteen
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But I'm tied, tied to my baby
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To my baby
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Oh!
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In another life I'd be drenched in sweat with you
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But it's this life darlin', and in this life we make do
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Oh get over it!
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G-g-g-g-get over it!
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Oh, d'you want my side, my side of the story?
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D'you want my side, my side of the story?
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Well I want you, want you like I'm eighteen
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But I'm tied, tied to my baby
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To my baby
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My blessed baby
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Oh here's my side, my side of the story
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Well I'm so tired, sick tired of the story!
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Oh I want that thing that turns the grass green
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Oh I'd kill my life for, what could I be
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What could I be?
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(Oh yeah, get over it, oh yeah, oh get over yeah, get over it, get over me, get over, get over me, me, me...)
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Get Over It
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Guillemots |