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bare with me
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i'm almost there, up those stairs
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i've learnt my lines, combed my hair
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i've rolled the dice, once or twice
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i drew a blank
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now i'll take me share
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bare with me
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i'm almost there, god knows where
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i called my man, my only fan
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he cools the air (...such an eery affair)
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now i'm in need, well i've taken heed
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that no-one needs such a lonely head
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i've taken every avenue open hearted
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and this is how i've paid
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i've ended every avenue open hearted
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and this is how
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this is how
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bare with me
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i'm almost there, up those stairs
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but i've got my man (...he's my only fan)
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he cools the air
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...such an eery affair
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BARE WITH ME
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| Bernard Butler |
