When I play cricket
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I'm the longest at the wicket
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I can jump and swim
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And I live in the gym
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But I can't come to terms
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With my existence as part of the universe
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I gaze at the sky
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I think how? When? And why?
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I go to the lavatory
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In tune with astrology
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Well I get really confused
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With the complicated scoring system
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Used in tennis
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I get around in canoes
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Racing cars, balloons
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I drink squash, eat Polo
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Mints, climb mountains solo
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But I can't get my head
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'Round that Salvador Dali
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Weirdo stuff
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I really feel fine
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With the planets in line
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I see the future in hands
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And I live off the land
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But I can't see Frank Bruno
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Asking me which star sign
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I think he is
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Whether you are physically
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Or mentally inclined
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Imagine what the fun could be
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If both could be combined
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I know I'm speaking as a weakling
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With a cosmic kind of mind
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But I can feel in sport emotions
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Of a unifying kind
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So do whatever you like to do
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And whether you win or not
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Make sure the game was fairly played
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And try to smile a lot
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Because whatever you do should be good for you
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Make the most of what you've got
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'Cause Whatever you do should be good for you
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Make the most of what you've got
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The Incompatibility of Sport and Cosmic Consciousness
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Chumbawamba |