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ANYONE FOR TENNIS by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp
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Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
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An auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
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And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
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Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
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While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
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And the Bentley-driving guru is putting up his price.
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Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
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With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
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And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
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Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
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You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
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And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
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Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?
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ANYONE FOR TENNIS by Eric Clapton and Martin Shar
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