Oh when I¡¯m olden I¡¯ll hear this moment and I¡¯ll laugh hahaha¡¦
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I¡¯ve rallied, rucked over and rabble roused have I not?
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I¡¯ve given lung, tongue and sung have I not?
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I¡¯ve meant what I¡¯ve said and I¡¯ve slept in soiled bed have I not?
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With a heart as big as a dustbin lid have I not? HAVE I NOT?
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But I¡¯m not a soft touch and I won¡¯t be seen as such, so full with¡¦
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fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
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show I¡¯m not soppy and stuff¡¦
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up
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any conundrum,
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but now dunno how that could possibly have been.
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I¡¯ve shorn and I¡¯ve sheened and I¡¯ve Brylcreemed have I not?
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I¡¯ve brawn and I¡¯ve brain and of both I¡¯ve shame have I not?
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Though I¡¯ve had them straddle me wantingly have I not?
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And I¡¯ve length of loinly manliness have I not? HAVE I NOT?
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But I¡¯m not a soft touch and I won¡¯t be seen as such, so full with¡¦
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fierce fathomless love, I spit and have spats to be tough,
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show I¡¯m not soppy and stuff¡¦
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up
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any conundrum,
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but now dunno how that could possibly have been.
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With bodies rid of retarding midweek hardship,
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we bellow baritone to our favourites, like life depends on it!
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I hold my brothers in breathtaking clinches
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this is my heart¡¯s hub, the hot, wild, fug of the club of fathomless love,
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I spit and have spats to be tough, show I¡¯m not soppy and stuff¡¦
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Though as a boy I had bowl-cut brilliance that could carve up
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any conundrum,
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The Club Of Fathomless Love
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Wild Beasts |