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We were born by the |
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Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder |
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Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol |
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But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda |
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So we fought with the best, now it's time for a rest as we say our last farewell [Chorus] |
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Goodbye, we're calling it day, we're having it away, we're gonna say goodbye |
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Goodbye, there's nothing left to say, we're getting in the way |
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We're gonna say goodbye |
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For the holidays in |
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Devon, for the spirit of seventy-seven |
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For the laughs and the ligs and the drinks and the gigs |
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And the making of the fuss |
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For the friends who knew just where to find us |
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For the mates who were always behind us |
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When you're next in a pub or a bar or a club, have a drink on us [Chorus] |
