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You smile mention something that you Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you
Find me and follow me corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine
So I'm on now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and What I made is unclear now, but his is and his laughter is My and smile are so easy now Yes, easy now, yes, it's easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, and files You must follow, leave academic factory find me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the of the matinee
Well, find me and me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, the dark of the Better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's