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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBattle For Britain (The Letter)
My, my, the time do flyWhen it's in another pair of handsAnd a loser I will beFor I've never been a winner in my lifeI got used to stressing painI used the sucker pills to pity for the selfOh, it's the animal in meBut I'd rather be a beggarman on the shelfDon't be so forlorn, it's just the payoffIt's the rain before the stormOn a better day, I'll take you by the handAnd I'll walk you through the doorsDon't be so forlorn, it's just the payoffIt's the rain before the stormDon't you let my letter get you downDon't you, don't you, don't you, don't youMy, my, but time do flyWhen it's in another pair of pantsAnd illusion I will beFor I've never been a sinner, la di daDon't be so forlorn, it's just the payoffIt's the rain before the stormDon't you let my letter get you downDon't you, don't you, don't you, don't youDon't you let my letter get you down, down, down, downDon't you, don't you, don't you, don't youDon't you let my letter get you down, down, down, downDon't you, don't you, don't you, don't youDown, down, down, down, down, downDown, down, down, down, down, down
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