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Never
mind the way I’m always running to stand still
Never
mind the Monday morning rain
Never
mind the bus queues and the phone calls that won’t wait
Never
mind the long days and the nights I lie awake
Never
mind my tales of woe: if the truth be told you know
I’m
having the time of my life.
Years
ago I came here on my way to somewhere else
Never
thinking for a moment I would stay
The
streets are full of strangers who will never know my name
But
whatever I may say, however much I may complain
Still
it feels like home to me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be
I’m
having the time of my life
Glass
half empty, glass half full
Full
or overflowing
Or
all the best years of your life
Gone
without you knowing
So
never mind the way I’m always running to stand still
Never
mind the starless city sky
Never
mind the neverending list of things to do
I
don’t mind the long days if I’m coming home to you
So
never mind my tales of woe: when all is said & done you know
I’m
having the time of my life
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