(Difford/Tilbrook)
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I’d lost the plot and roamed around
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Looked in the shops and hit the town
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My head was stuffed with words and aches
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I felt so rough and out of shape
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The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
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That’s just my luck, I couldn’t eat
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My guts were full of churning fear
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With so much bull I had to clear
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When she said stuff yourself, don’t be a clown
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Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
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What’s this long face that keeps on
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Hanging around
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She wouldn’t say, I couldn’t tell
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Was this the day I’d go to hell
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I sulked around in such a mood
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Until I found the one I’d screwed
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And then it came as clear as mud
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I was the pain that boiled the blood
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And saw the faults where there were none
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Deep in the vaults where love begun
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When she said stuff yourself, don’t be a clown
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Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
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What’s this long face that keeps on
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Hanging around
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Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
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Get a life and find yourself some attitude
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What’s this long face that keeps on
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Hanging around
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Long Face
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