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If they auctioned my hearton The Sale of the Centurywould it still be thereat the end of the show?
Would the Quizmaster-mancall it a booby prize
`cos nobody wanted to know
If they auctioned my heartwould you open the bidding?
Or would you stand at the backand blend into the crowd?
When the hammer comes downwould you still be aroundto watch me going, going, I'm gone
I've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the table
I never wrotea goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, away
When the hammer comes downwill you still be around?
To watch me going, going, gone
I've gone again
I've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the table
I never wrotea goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, away
If they auctioned my hearton The Sale of the Centuryplease try to make surethat you are there
`cos Lot 59is this old heart of mineand it's going, going, nowhere
I've gone Yvonneyou're left aloneyou'll find my keys on the table
I never wrotea goodbye note
I didn't think I'd be ableto put down the way I've been feelingdeep inside me the brakes are squealingbut I've never donea hit and runbut Yvonne I've gone, away
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