| Well, there’s no need to feel guilty
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| I knew the outcome before this time
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| I should have listened to my friends
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| But my friends are up for desertion
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| Didn’t see my point of view
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| Disappeared when i sent the distress call
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| And floundered in the swell
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| Just one thing left to do…
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| Time stands still in places, love moves on in hearts
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| Did you see the look on their faces?
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| When they realise it’s back to the start
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| Roll again
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| So I left the smoke on an eight-car
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| With three voices in my head
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| Past another one pound ghost town
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| With high hopes already dead
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| Till those friends who fell by the wayside
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| Remind me they didn’t fall, they slipped
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| And with outstretched hands they grabbed me
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| And hauled me from the ditch
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| And there’s still one thing left to do…
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| Time stands still in places, love moves on in hearts
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| Did you see the look on their faces?
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| When they realise it’s back to the start
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| Roll again
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| Did you find it live and dangerous
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| Or did live and dangerous find you?
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| Now you look to the shore, no-one's waiting anymore
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| And your nows become the then that they all see
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| Time stands still in places, love moves on in hearts
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| Did you see the look on their faces?
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| When they realise it’s back to the start
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| Roll again
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| In the People’s Café - roll again
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| On the Mendip Hills — roll again
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| On a rooftop at the marshes — roll again
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| Above the watermill — roll again |