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I ain't of the mind that |
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Paddy Considine is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs. |
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In my mind |
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I talk to |
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Paddy Considine and it always goes something like this: |
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The kids in my hood! |
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They're up to no good! |
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Tell me, Paddy, what to do in an age of no pity? |
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From that young |
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Irish face to that dude who plays bass they're bringing baseball bats down to stroller city. |
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I ain't of the mind that |
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Paddy Considine is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs. |
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The bums and punks and drunks sift through my junk?!? |
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I hear stories about last night's meat train. |
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I never thought |
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I'd see the day when the white man has no say. |
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Tell me, Paddy, how do we get our country out of the crapper? |
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That fat, pink fuck is crying on tv again! |
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He's got the persecution complex of a coked up rapper. |
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I ain't of the mind. |
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I ain't of the mind. |
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I ain't of the mind. |
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I ain't of the mind. |
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Well, it's a hot summer! |
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Someone could get hurt! |
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And it's a hot, hot, summer! |
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People get hurt. |
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I'll take you out first! |
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There's blood for your thirst! |
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And, Paddy, it's all just a matter of time before you get your ass kicked when you're walking a straight line from the bar to your goddamn house. |
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But living's just not worth it when you live like a mouse. |
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Am I right, |
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Paddy? I ain't of the mind that |
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Paddy Considine is one to take guff from no conspiracy of toughs. |
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Much less some pussy like you. |
