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Everybody needs to dream

Romance and love and eight hours sleep

A little cottage by the sea

A glass of gin, a box of chocolates



To be both wanted and desired

To move away when we retire

No hell or heaven in between



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Pebble dash houses

Underneath the flight path

Still life perfectly preserved

Through double glazed windows



Satellite dish brings

Entertainment to our home crack in the foundations

Claim for compensation leads to aspirations

And pipe dreams buy myself a sports car



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Everybody needs to dream

Romance and love and eight hours sleep

A little cottage by the sea

A glass of gin, a box of chocolates



To be both wanted and desired

To move away when we retire

No hell or heaven in between



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Still don't know where I was going

Top down, in clement weather

Just like all the English people

Trying to win the Island Race, whatever



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Everybody needs to dream

Romance and love and eight hours sleep

A little cottage by the sea

A glass of gin, a box of chocolates



To be both wanted and decide

To move away when we retire

No hell or heaven in between



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Now I'm living in a chat room

With the Diana fan club

They sent a virus to my dream

That wiped the hard drive



British racing green



Everybody needs to dream

Romance and love and eight hours sleep

A little cottage by the sea

A glass of gin, a box of chocolates



To be both wanted and desired

To move away when we retire

No hell or heaven in-between



British racing green



Everybody needs to dream

Romance and love and eight hours sleep

A little cottage by the sea

A glass of gin, a box of chocolates



To be both wanted and decide

To move away when we retire

No hell or heaven in between



British racing queen

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