I'm going on the circuit
Doing all the clubs
And I really need a song, boys
To stir those workers up
To get the wife to sing it with me
Just like in the pubs
When I work the good old pubs in Stephanie
Could you knock a line or two
Together for a friend
Sentimental, tear-inducing
With a happy end
Cause we need a tune to open
A season out south and
Can
Can you help us
It's hard to write a song
With good old friends
So much to cruise the field
To tell you why
Those old diehards
And damn dark streets
Can't let me get to keep
All players hollow
Or to die
It seems to me
I turned a girl
Let me die
I'm sick of child
And I'm so lighty-dark
No more long days
I can have
Still the garbage
With a finger
Spare the swamp
I'm sick of child
I'm a twin star
A twin star
A twin star
Like a warm blue flame
The hazy heat it brings
It loosens up the muscles
And forces you to sing
You know it's just another hit and run from the Ten Pine Alley Twins
And there's a chance that one day you might ride a stand of lies
So turn them out big and fast, we'll still crack your bite
Cause we need what we can get to launch a number that doesn't last
Oh, oh, oh you're working
It's hard to write a song with bad love for death
So much to prove so few to tell you why
So die hard and get my streets rattled
And let the keyboard players follow on and I
Sing to me, I can't get through that meeting
Sing to tall allies and I need that
Don't hold up your side, I'm stuck
Don't hold up your side, I'm stuck

I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of stars
It's hard to write a song that I don't think ends
So Mr. Please don't need to tell you why
Though my heart is in my seat, standing out
I have to keep my face hollow in front of that
I seem to be a tank
I think it's all I lost and now you're gone
No more love, there's nothing more to tell
But now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of stars
Oh!
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone
It's hard to write a song that I don't think ends
So Mr. Please don't need to tell you why
Though my heart is in my seat, standing out
I have to keep my face hollow in front of that
I seem to be a tank
I think it's all I lost and now you're gone
No more love, there's nothing more to tell
But now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of stars
I think it's all I lost and now you're gone
But now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of stars
I think it's all I lost and now you're gone
But now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of stars

Thank you, a hand of applause
Thank you, a hand of applause
We're gonna do a song called Tell Me When the Whistle Blows
And that goes straight into a song called Someone Saved My Life Tonight.
And they're both personal songs.
One's about Mr. Torbin and the second one's about me.
As you've read in the News of the World.
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