You surely are a truly gifted kid
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But you're only good as
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The last great thing you did
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And where've you been since then
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Did the schedule get you down
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I hear you've got a new girlfriend
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How's the wife taking it?
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If it's uphill all the way
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You should be used to it by now
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You must know me, Father it's your son
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And I know that you are proud
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Of everything I've done
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But it's the wonders I perform,
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Pulling rabbits out of hats
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When sometimes I'd prefer
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Simply to wear them
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If it's uphill all the way
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You should be used to it and say
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My back is broad enough sir
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To take the strain and it's
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Hello mother, it's your son
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And aren't you proud, of all I've done
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But I'm turkey hungry, I'm chicken free,
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And I can't break dance on your knee
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But it's "stay right there son, baby do",
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While I is itchin' for something new
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So watch me Hawk eye, understand
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The force of will, the sleight of hand
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Movin' the river,
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I'm turkey hungry, I'm chicken free
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And I can't break dance on your knee
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Movin' the river,
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Bucket by spoon,
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And do you think that they'll like me
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When they learn what I do
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Movin' the river,
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Money for jam,
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But it takes such an effort
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To stay where I am
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Kviteli Potlebi (Yellow Leaves)
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Katie Melua |