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Oh, we were born within one hour of each other
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother
Your name is Deborah, Deborah
It never suited ya

And they said that when we grew up
We'd get married and never split up
Oh, we never did it
Although I often thought of it

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Oh Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small
With woodchip on the wall
When I came 'round to call
You didn't notice me at all when I said

"Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown
Be there at two o'clock by the fountain down the road"
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

You were the first girl at school to get breasts
And Martyn said that you were the best
Oh, the boys all loved you but I was a mess
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed

We were friends, that was as far as it went
I used to walk you home sometimes, but it meant
Oh, it meant nothing to you
'Cause you were so popular

Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small
With woodchip on the wall
When I came 'round to call
You didn't notice me at all, and I said

Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown
Be there at two o'clock by the fountain down the road
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago (do it)

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Oh Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small
With woodchip on the wall
When I came 'round to call
You didn't notice me at all, and I said

Let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there at two o'clock by the fountain down the road
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

What are you doing Sunday, baby
Would you like to come and meet me maby?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Writer(s): Stephen Patrick Mackey, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Candida Doyle, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Mark Andrew Webber

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