Every Time A Bell Rings

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[Verse 1]
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 Ground Control to Monty Don,
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 The testimonial silver’s gone
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 The circumstance here’s pretty 
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thin
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 The sun comes out when I go in.
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 On the way home from spinning 
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class she pops into the deli for 
artisan gossip
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 He stays in the car leafing 
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through a high end coffee bean 
catalogue
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 Their dream is to open up a 
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roasterie in the Keswick area.

[Chorus]
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 Get your hedge cut; get your 
fuckin’ hedge cut
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 Get your hedge cut; get your 
fuckin’ hedge cut
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 Stop meeting friends, and cut your 
hedge.

[Verse 2]
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 Why can’t you say “orang-utan?”
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 Why can’t you just say 
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“Ku-Klux-Klan?”
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 Who needs the library or the pub
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 When we’ve got your creative hub?
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 He got a Boardman bike on the 
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“Cycle-To-Work” scheme, discovered 
he really enjoyed it;
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 Started watching the 
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Tour-De-France highlights on ITV 4
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Worshipped at the altar of Wiggo 
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and Froome-dog; goes out every 
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Sunday in full Sky replica kit.

[Chorus]
Bb                   F
 Get your hedge cut, get your 
fuckin’ hedge cut
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 Get your hedge cut, get your 
fuckin’ hedge cut
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 Stop analysing Strava, and cut 
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your hedge.

[Verse 3]
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 “It’s a wonderful Life”; it’s a 
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wonderful film
Tho’ the more I watch it the more I 
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want Potter to succeed
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 Not least when that lot up the 
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road come out in to the street every
 New Year’s Eve
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Drunk on Ptolemy’s hock, hugging 
each other and going’ “hee-haw, 
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hee-haw”.
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 Every time a bell rings, I 
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hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings, I 
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hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings, I 
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hate you some more
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 Every time a bell rings.
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