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CHORUS:you'll have to excuse me, i'm not at my besti've been gone for a monthi've been drunk since i leftthere so-called vacationswill soon be my deathi'm so sick from teh drinki need home for a restwe arrived in december and london was coldso we stayed in thebarsalong charing cross roadwe never saw nothin' but brass taps and oakkept a shine on the barwith the sleeves of our coats-chorus-euston station the train journey northin the buffet car we lurched back and forthpast odd crooked dykesthrough yorkshire's green fieldswe were flung into danceas the train jigged and reeledyou'll have to excuse me, i'm not at my besti've been gone for a monthi've been drunk since i leftthere so-called vacationswill soon be my deathi'm so sick from teh drinki need home for a resttake me home....by the light of the moon she'd drift through the streetsa rare old perfume so seductive and sweetshe'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed downthen walk us on home and deny us a round-chorus-the gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomband the spirits we drank are not ghosts in the roomi'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soonand don't lift up my head'till the the twelve bells at noonyou'll have to excuse me, i'm not at my besti've been gone for a monthi've been drunk since i leftthere so-called vacationswill soon be my deathi'm so sick from teh drinki need home for a resttake me home....
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