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SINGER: Prefab Sprout
SONG:Technique
12345/12345... 12345/12345 her husband works in jodrell bank, he's home late in the morning, had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies. in the morning i go walking, it helps the hurting soften, i've seen a lot of places, 'cos i miss her very often. but i could never work there, what a shame that i'm not clever, it's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished a level passes. what chance so long ago, i buried something i should know. verse and chapter they unfurl, and sprinkle it upon the world. name it. technique ! their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, and i loathe the stilted way you make me speak. without recourse to lying distortion or cheating. technique ! their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak, and i loathe the stilted way you make me speak.
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