| Oh Doctor, oh Doctor
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| Hurry up and give me the news
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| I’m coming down with something
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| And I know it, yeah yeah, I know it
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| I feel it in my chest, like it’s something
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| Like a wave of relief coming over me
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| Making my shoulders lower than they have been
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| Isn’t the air much clearer up here?
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| I need something else
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| It was you that said it was gonna get much better
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| It was you that said it was gonna be easier
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| Look at us now, aren’t we so proud?
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| On our way, you’re making fights out of nicely framed photographs
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| Oh Doctor, oh Doctor
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| Come look and see what we have here
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| We’re finally on our way, and yet there’s something
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| Yeah yeah, there’s something, that’s probably in my head
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| Telling me we left the passion behind, and I can’t seem to shake it
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| Like walking in a park without trees, it’s torn down for houses
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| And filled up to get with the wound-up divorcees
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| Isn’t the air much clearer up here?
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| I need something else
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| It was you that said it was gonna get much better
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| It was you that said it was gonna be easier
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| Look at us now, aren’t we so proud?
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| On our way, you’re making fights out of nicely framed photographs
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| You sit nice and quietly
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| On a dusty old mantelpiece
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| We used to spell it H-E-double Y
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| We used to spell it H-E-double Y, to fit in
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| We used to spell it H-E-double Y
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| We used to spell it H-E-double Y, to fit in
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| It was you that said it was gonna get much better
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| It was you that said it was gonna be easier
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| Look at us now, aren’t we so proud?
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| On our way, you’re making fights out of nicely framed photographs |