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[Refrain]It’s the nineteenth of July,oh, I could laugh and I could cry.Privately, I am in heaven;workwise? Hell number 7.It’s the nineteenth of July,every mail another sigh. [Verse 1]At the start nothing’s amiss.I was teaching in a bliss.Only midday brought the startof frustration in my heartover one colleague, well arse,and their work being a farse. [Refrain]It’s the nineteenth of July,oh, I could laugh and I could cry.Privately, I am in heaven;workwise? Hell number 7.It’s the nineteenth of July,every mail another sigh. [Verse 2]The sun outside turned into rainso suddenly, it was insane.While inside we wrote a mailput in debt’s coffin nail by nailwith an offer for a flat.An hour later we heard back. [Refrain]It’s the nineteenth of July,oh, I could laugh and I could cry.Privately, I am in heaven;workwise? Hell number 7.It’s the nineteenth of July,every mail another sigh. [Verse 3]A little more was all it tookto have the seller on…