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Dexys Midnight Runners Too Rye Ay

toora, too loora (Things round here change) (I said toora loora) Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay (Toora loo rye ay) Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay Toora

wrecks and prima donnas Jilted lovers, office clerks, petty thieves, hard drug pursuers Lonely tramps and awkward misfits, anyone of these Mortgaged up families looked at first too

Nobody tells you, you end up knowing Bad habits, you should sleep alone Open to suggestions, is that the way you feel? 'Coz you're the voice of experience

somehow I think that we'll win Let's make this precious First let's hear somebody sing me a record That cries pure and true No not those guitars, they're too

You've always been searching for something But everything seems so so-so Tightly close your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans

I'll need tonight to sit and think about this Think what to do I'll take some strength to banish hollow sorrow Hollow sorrow's nothing new Just enough

Oh, what's the matter? I said, I said oh no, it's no better I've been thinking it out and it still gets no better I'm here singing this out and these