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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