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Apaas

I know where the summer goes When you're having no fun When you're under the thumb I know where the summer dwells If your underarm smells And your

I know you like her Well I like her too I know she likes you It's not as if I'm being sent off to War There are worse things in this world There

I need someone to take some joy in something I do You need a man who's either rich or losing a screw You know I love you here's the irony You're going

There's misery in all I hear and see From the people on TV After their tea when life begins again They'll be happier than me There are a thousand

In the hope I'll forget I'll wait It's a chance I'll take oh yeah In the hope I'll forget I'll wait For the time In the spring I'll watch my step

In the board room the quiet man takes a Second to think what to do He's out of his seat and he's starting to speak And he hears his own voice For

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I left the school I left my job You saw me looking like a slob When I was young you were the only fun in town Everyone thought it was a shame For

Working the village shop Putting a poster up Dreaming of anything Dreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're in In the mud