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Cm G# Bb Jacqueline was seventeen, working on a desk when Ivor peered above a spectacle Forgot that he had wrecked a girl, sometimes these eyes forget the face they're peering from When the face they peer upon well you know that face as I do And how in the return of the gaze she can return you the face that you are staring from Gregor was down again, said come on kick me again, I'm so drunk I don't mind if you kill me Come on you gutless I'm alive and how I know it but for chips and for freedom I could die Cm Bb G# Cm Eb Bb It's always better on holiday, so much better on holiday That's why we only work when we need the money
Written by Alexander Paul Kapranos Huntley, Nicholas John Mccarthy, Paul Robert Thompson, Robert Hardy
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