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( rossi / parfitt / bown ) |
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Me and my friends gonna make a pile of money |
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Gonna check it out every day |
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Me and my wife gonna need every penny |
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'cos we're throwing it all away |
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But i'm changing my tune |
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And i'm breaking away |
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Me and my friends we're rugged little rockers |
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And we're lazing away the day |
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Hot wax jacked-up on the television |
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And forgetting about the pay |
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But i'm changing my tune |
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And i'm breaking away |
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Breaking away |
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Four rockers rollin' |
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With a poet in the wings |
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Waiting to blow his heart away |
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Beanos with the road-crew |
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Postcards to the wife |
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Stating the menu of the day |
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Flying through 'til breakfast |
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Sleeping on the plane |
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Looking a good deal |
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Better than we'll ever feel again |
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Is it really worth it? |
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Could it all be real? |
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Am i just living out a dream? |
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Sitting in a hotel |
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Falling of the stage |
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Tuning in to wonga queen |
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Old men in boys' clothes |
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Has gone beyond a joke |
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Skin me another |
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And pass along the wiskey and the coke |
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Me and my friends are hating everybody |
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Who was telling us what to say |
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Heads down rockin' on up and down the country only |
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Living from day to day |
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And i'm changing my tune |
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And i'm breaking away |
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Breaking away |
