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aint going back to black boy lane, |
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No I aint going back to black boy lane, |
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There must be some other way, |
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Because I aint going back to black boy lane, |
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Never again... |
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Do you think you can help? |
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Can't you make me a call? |
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We're so near to town, |
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I can't get nothing at all |
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Today, are you dancing today?15 |
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Track-suits coming up my lane,15 |
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Track-suits coming up my lane,.................., |
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There's the men; the ones you must lay, |
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In which you must lay down and die, |
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Oh as opposed to strutting all day, |
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Strutting all night, |
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Strutting on 'brown,' |
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Strutting on 'white,' |
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All day,Are you dancing today? |
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Ah there's a bullet there with my name, |
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So I aint going back to black boy lane, |
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Never, never again, |
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What about the fella you knew from sometime before, |
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In the house by the park with a cage on the door, |
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You phone and you say, are you dancing today? |
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Are we dancing today? |
