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Lyrics: Robertmy head fitsinto my hands
I roll it aroundand nothing comes outby chance, we fightby chance, struck a chordwe'll stand tonightwho broke whowho screamed whothere's no two thingslovers can doby chance, we fightby chance, struck a chordwe'll stand tonightwho's your tall friend?he's built like a songthe valley of Tin Pan *is where he belongsby chance, we fightby chance, struck a chordwe'll stand tonightbye-bye-bye-bye-bye* belief that Tin Pan alley situated somewhere in China
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