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Let it never be said that romance is dead
'Cos there's so little else occupying my head
There is nothing I need 'cept the function to breathe
But I'm not really fussed, doesn't matter to me
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Brucey, Brucey, Brucey, Brucey
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Know what ya doing, doing to me?
Brucey, Brucey, Brucey, Brucey
Due to lack of interest tomorrow is cancelled
Let the clocks be reset and the pendulums held
'Cos there's nothing at all 'cept the space in between
Finding out what you're called and repeating your name
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Could it be, could it be, that you're joking with me
And you don't really see you with me
Could it be, could it be, that you're joking with me
And you don't really see you with me
[chorus]
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
What ya doing, doing to me? |
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