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(originally by The Rolling Stones) |
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Ev'rywhere |
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I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy |
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Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy |
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But what can a poor boy do |
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Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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Cause in sleepy |
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London town |
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There's just no place for a street fighting man |
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No Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution |
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But where |
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I live the game to play is compromise solution |
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Well, then what can a poor boy do |
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Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band ' |
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Cause in sleepy |
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London town |
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There's no place for a street fighting man |
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No Hey! Said my name is called disturbance |
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I'll shout and scream, |
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I'll kill the king, |
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I'll rail at all his servants |
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Well, what can a poor boy do |
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Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band |
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Cause in sleepy |
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London town |
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There's no place for a street fighting man |
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No |
