Come on baby - I want your milt
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Come back tomorrow, I won't be getting home till then
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Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed
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Don't you know that it's true, my hair was an igloo
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Built from varnish and glue
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All the love in the world could never heal it
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Come round tomorrow, Take my advice and bring a silver comb
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If you still love me, we'll sit a while between the shows
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And they said that it's true, Brighton pier holds a message for you
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All the seagulls that fly there whisper it softly
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Well you got to wear it out, one false move will let it fall out
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Yeah you gotta let it out, don't leave it hanging all about
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And if your heartbeats are round you'll know that you are breathing
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All these thoughts are profound, They take us up to touch the ceiling
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Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed
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Come back tomorrow
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