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Intro

  Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said

  'When in Rome don't feed the lions'

  What it meant I can't hazard a guess

  But now I've learnt my lesson I'm a better person

  I'm filled up with high hopes and I'm fed up with soft soaps

  Long in the tooth and short on wisdom

  Up to here with the ache of it

  And if the matchmaker calls hand in hand

  With a catch of the day I'll rise to the bait

  But it'll still be more than a heart can take

  More than feeling great

  More than a tongue can tell

  I'd need to take leave of my senses to get a moment's rest

  Following in footsteps

  Footsure in fancy dress

  Head in my hands I'm making plans

  Hoovering up for the day

  When the matchmaker calls hand in hand

  With the catch of the day I'll raise to the bait

  But it'll still be more then a heart can take

  More than feeling great

  More than a tongue can tell

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  And the itch to get rich quick

  Has never been so hard to reach

  With my hands tied behind my back

  Shin deep in cement and sand

  Just like the anchor-man I broke loose

  And crashed to the sea bed

  Clutching the shortest straw

  And if you threw me a line that's as smart as you think

  It wouldn't stop me sinking down to cry

  On what flashed before my eyes

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