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Place me face down me old friend and Fairweather foe.

Don't touch it only makes us worse for wear for weary mornings and a slipped quietly under the door.

Cracked heads don't stop a fighting chance when two likely lads square up, too punch drunk to wish it was ever other and waiting for the days to end.

Can't you see what's happening here it's not what you call everyday folk on a roustabout say you?

So stick those two fingers down - stand down right down I said down, stay down, face down.