| If they auctioned my heart
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| On The Sale of the Century
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| Would it still be there
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| At the end of the show?
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| Would the Quizmaster-man
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| Call it a booby prize
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| 'cos nobody wanted to know
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| If they auctioned my heart
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| Would you open the bidding?
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| Or would you stand at the back
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| And blend into the crowd?
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| When the hammer comes down
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| Would you still be around
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| To watch me going, going, I’m gone
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| I’ve gone Yvonne
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| You’re left alone
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| You’ll find my keys on the table
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| I never wrote
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| A goodbye note
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| I didn’t think I’d be able
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| To put down the way I’ve been feeling
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| Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
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| But I’ve never done
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| A hit and run
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| But Yvonne I’ve gone, away
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| When the hammer comes down
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| Will you still be around?
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| To watch me going, going, gone
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| I’ve gone again
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| I’ve gone Yvonne
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| You’re left alone
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| You’ll find my keys on the table
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| I never wrote
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| A goodbye note
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| I didn’t think I’d be able
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| To put down the way I’ve been feeling
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| Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
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| But I’ve never done
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| A hit and run
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| But Yvonne I’ve gone, away
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| If they auctioned my heart
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| On The Sale of the Century
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| Please try to make sure
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| That you are there
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| 'cos Lot 59
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| Is this old heart of mine
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| And it’s going, going, nowhere
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| I’ve gone Yvonne
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| You’re left alone
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| You’ll find my keys on the table
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| I never wrote
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| A goodbye note
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| I didn’t think I’d be able
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| To put down the way I’ve been feeling
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| Deep inside me the brakes are squealing
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| But I’ve never done
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| A hit and run
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| But Yvonne I’ve gone, away |