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Your date has gone home. Now you're left on your own sweet own. Your tough talkin' friend. Split on you in the bitter end. And you look like a fine thing, Jerry. Yea you look like a fine thing, J
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I am Jeremiah Dixon. I am a Geordie boy. A glass of wine with you, sir. And the ladies I'll enjoy All Durham and Northumberland. Is measured up by my own hand. It was my fate from birth. To make
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You got your toecaps reinforced with steel. (And a) Hard-wearing sole and heel. Make those tired feet feel like new. Take your pick, black or brown. Great for the country or the man in town. You'
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We don't eat in no white restaurants. We're eating in a car. Baloney again, baloney again. We don't sleep in no white hotel bed. We're sleeping in the car. Baloney again You don't strut around in
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I am Jeremiah Dixon. I am a Geordie boy. A glass of wine with you, sir. And the ladies I'll enjoy. All Durham and Northumberland. Is measured up by my own hand. It was my fate from birth. To ma
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We're taking on the water, diesel and stores. Layin' up awhile before I'm back on board. They're patching her up. To go fishin' again, fishin' again. Weldin' her rudder, scrubbin' her keel. Scars
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The rock you stood upon. Is broken up and gone. Hey Babe, who's your baby now?. On the slipway of your dream. Stands someone else's scheme. Hey Babe, who's your baby now? Baby now, baby now. You
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We only knew each other by a letter. When I met her off the train. When the smoke get cleared and the dust was still. She was standin there an' speakin' my name Guarantee she looked like an angel.
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Big black cloud. On a yellow plain. Sure enough it. Looks like rain. Packin' up all our. Faith and trust. Me and the wanderlust Open window. Empty bed and chair. Who's that callin'?. Ain't no
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Here's one of the two of us. In 1954 don't laugh. I keep all of the pictures. Are you going to take a photograph. Here's something nice for you. A dear old thing came to a show. Last time here w
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Turnpike Lane, Turnpike Lane. You spiked my arm. But you missed the vein. Now it's all gone. But the scars remain Junkie doll, stuck on you. My junkie doll Turnham Green, Turnham Green. You took
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I'M GOING INTO TOW LAW. FOR WHAT I NEED. CHAIN FOR THE RIPSAW. KILLER FOR THE WEED. THE DOG'S AT THE BACK DOOR. LEAVE HIM BE. DON'T FEED HIM JACK. AND DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME. GOING INTO TOW LAW.
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"WHY AYE MAN". . We had no way of staying afloat,. We had to leave on a ferryboat. Economic refugees,. On the run to Germany. We had the back of Maggie's hand,. Times were tough in Geordieland.
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