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Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station,
Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!"
I can't go out and socialise, people don't take long to realise.
You can tell they've sussed it in they're eyes, there's something about me they despise.
I'm Allergic to life .. ..
My conversations don't last long, people frown and move along.
The girls they never come on strong, when I speak, it comes out wrong.
If I call up, there's no-one home, they never answer the telephone.
So I'll end up on my own, destined to spend my life alone.