| Lyrics | % Correct |
|---|---|
| 'Cos it's the one we'll {never} know | 94%
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| And...stop apologising for the {things} you've never done | 88%
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| Better stop {dreaming} of the quiet life | 88%
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| In a town {called} Malice | 81%
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| In this town called {Malice} | 81%
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| In a town called {Malice} | 75%
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| In this town called {Malice} | 75%
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| In this town called {Malice} | 75%
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| And a hundred lonely {housewives} | 69%
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| But it's up to us to {change} | 69%
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| 'Cos {time} is short and life is cruel | 69%
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| Hanging out their old love {letters} on the line to dry | 69%
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| And quit running for that {runaway} bus | 63%
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| It's a big {decision} in a town called Malice | 63%
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| It's enough to {make} you stop believing | 63%
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| {This} town called Malice | 63%
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| Clutch empty milk bottles to their {hearts} | 56%
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| Just {going} 'round and 'round, oh | 56%
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| When {tears} come fast and furious | 50%
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| Gets dashed {against} the Co-op | 44%
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| I could go on for {hours} and I probably will | 44%
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| {Struggle} after {struggle}, year after year | 44%
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| 'Cos those {rosey} days are few | 38%
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| It's at the moment bound for {nowhere} | 38%
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| A {whole} street's belief in Sunday's roast beef | 31%
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| I'm {almost} stone cold dead | 31%
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| Rows and rows of disused milk {floats} | 31%
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| Stand {dying} in the dairy yard | 31%
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| The atmosphere's a fine {blend} of ice | 31%
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| The {ghost} of a steam train echoes down my track | 31%
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| To {either} cut down on beer or the kids' new gear | 31%
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| But I'd {sooner} put some joy back | 25%
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| Playground kids and {creaking} swings | 25%
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| {Lost} laughter in the breeze | 19%
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