(with Gary Barlow)
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Well there’s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truth
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And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth
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Out of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain, but it came back return to sender
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I read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the Albert Hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?
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What a shame we never listened
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I told you through the television
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And all that went away was the price we paid
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People spend a lifetime this way
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Oh what a shame.
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So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus
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And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us
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I wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind, about a man I can’t remember
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I don’t recall the reasons why, I must have meant them at the time, is this the sound of sweet surrender?
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What a shame we never listened
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I told you through the television
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And all that went away was the price we paid
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People spend a lifetime this way
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And that’s how they stay
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Oh what a shame.
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Words come easy, when they’re true
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Words come easy, when they’re true
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So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus
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And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us
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Now we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood then our youth.
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What a shame we never listened
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I told you through the television
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And all that went away was the price we paid
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People spend a lifetime this way
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And that’s how they stay
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Oh what a shame.
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People spend a lifetime this way
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Oh what a shame
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Such a shame, what a shame
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Shame
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| Robbie Williams |
