Everytime a bird sings
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Everytime a bell rings
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I go berserk
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I climb into my hole
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And sit there like a mole
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Playing with the dirt
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Contradicting people who think of me as being
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So soft and gentle
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Very clean
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I used to have a daisy
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A purple one called Maisy
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Stuck on my bed
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It didn't bother me
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Yet when the landlord, Freestone saw it he said
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Take it out at once or evicted you must go
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So here I am in my hole
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Watching people pass me by
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Each of them in their own world and me in mine
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I've never bitten off any more than I can chew
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Never wanted too-
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Every time a bird sings
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Every time a bell rings
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I go berserk
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And as I've said before
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I sit there like a mole
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Playing with the dirt
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Call it what you like
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And by all means tell a soul
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I'm very happy in my hole
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Running round from time to time
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Stopping only to unwind
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Everything I have is mine
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In my hole-
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Length about the width of a pole
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Width about the length of a bowl
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Hollywood style!
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In My Hole
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Gilbert O'Sullivan |