So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I'll stay with mine
There's something against us
It's not time, it's not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I know I need hardly say
How much I love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And love is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once, twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once, twice
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means I'd like to see your underwear
I recognise that mystical air
It means I'd like to seize your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain?
Just a rented room in Whalley Range
What do we get for our trouble and pain?
Whalley Range
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her
I need advice, I need advice
I need advice, I need advice
'Cause nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Take me when you go, oh
Oh, oh, woo
Take me when you go, oh
Oh, oh, woo
I need advice, I need advice
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