(Difford/Tilbrook)
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You’re banging your drum
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You blow your own trumpet
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Your ship came in
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And your fanfare sunk it
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The tide has turned, our love’s gone forever
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I stand on the shore
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As it floats down the river
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I had such hopes
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I had such visions planned
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The frames were shot
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But now our future’s canned
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I had my hopes so high
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They fell right down
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I’m banging my head
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You watch without malice
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(You watch with no interest at all)
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I bet all your friends
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Compare this to “Dallas”
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(I might as well talk to a brick wall)
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So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
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So I’ll once again
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Have to play the wild rover
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Do I need all this pressure
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Do I bury my temper
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Hope Fell Down
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| Squeeze |
