Thinking lots of a pretty face
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When we were yong, such smashing days
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We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways
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Happy just to be Iiving-oh yeah!
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Too many summers controlled our heads
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Too many memories - so many dead
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We fall behind but we also lead them
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Listened all the time to a Singular Band
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Put our resources into one Appollo
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We only had to watch and follow
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Then swoop around like a possessed swallow
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Thinking only of winning ? oh yeah!
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And all the Iime defending ourselves
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Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells
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Charging-up like battery cells
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Looking all the time for a Singular Band
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You and me getting everywhere now
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on the land and in the air now
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Got no worries of getting there now
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(Consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!)
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And now we have lots of pretty clothes
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Many friends and many foes
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Looking wonderful but heaven knows
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Who will want us now we're turning into Singular band
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SINGULAR BAND
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| Steve Harley |
