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You al'right, how's it goin'
Yeah, fine, fine, fine, fine!

Manchester, always rainin'
Full of chippy, max
Groovy Manchester, June the atom
O 1 6 1, Seattle

And I know I should have written it
The Southern Comfort, I've forgotten you

Last night this girl in my bed, I was her what I said
When all I had was potential and a of dreadful
With a bag of silly walking through Piccadilly
And I anyway, anyway

Who knew worstly would do so much to me
Parts of Manchester make me feel
Hacienda, on a gay
Dropping little fellas to make me right

And I think about you now and
When I'm talking towns to my

Last night girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
When all I had was potential and a of dreadful
With a bag full of silly walking Piccadilly
And I anyway, anyway

We all made out in and I've been to a few
What I now is an aerial view
'Cause I can see for myself I can`t see for myself
But oh, anyway,

Now I'd like to go to
To my surprise 500 M6
Then just close my eyes, my eyes
Close my eyes, close my

Last this girl in my bed, I was telling her what I said
all I had was potential and a head-full of dreadful
With a bag full of walking through Piccadilly
And I anyway, anyway