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I came here to make the crowd go boom at every gig, soundcheck and show |
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Be sure it's what I'm living for in that little van on tour. |
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We make the kids look like they're jogging on the spot, |
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It's all I need, I never stopped to play the part |
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Set for me. My destiny was set by me |
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But back in school don't think they'd quite agree, |
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They said I couldn't do a music GCE. |
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(Mr. Barnes is too distracting to his company.) |
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Check it. Was their loss. I couldn't give a toss, |
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Unlike a mate of mine who always listens to his boss |
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Who shits across the dreams he feels needs to do. |
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You should pursue, don't even fucking pay heed to |
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Anything, not a thing spitten from those Aryans |
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Relevant, telling you you'll soon be twenty seven, man. |
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He's only bitter because he hates his job |
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And that his wife ran off with Derek from the drama club. It's true. |
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Don't let them tell you wrong. |
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It's your life, got to live it to your limit alone. |
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Might as well sing along. |
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Come my friend, in the end it's you, |
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Don't say I never didah warn ya, |
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Gets the stress and the mess, it's you. |
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Only you, so you might as well be true |
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And be the you you want to be. |
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(We'll have a little dance shall we?) |
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My friend, she went round the bend |
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From listening to everything her parents said. |
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So respected all that they expected, |
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Daddy never should have kept her so protected. |
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By the time she passed exams and went uni |
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She'd been wrapped in cotton wool and now she's free |
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To be off her head, fuck the course, instead |
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She's shagging all the lads and battering the ecstasy. (I luv you!) |
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Well if they'd let her grown alone she'd have known |
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All the silly living lessons that you learn on your own. |
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I've see my little girl mashed-up and back, |
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Now she's got her head together and arse is out the sack. |
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So I don't mean to sound all judgemental |
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But these days you can't be too careful. |
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My girl has made it with her mental health, |
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Because she's pleasing herself not her daddy and his wealth. (Go on girl!) |
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Don't let them tell you wrong. |
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It's your life, got to live it to your limit alone. |
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Might as well sing along. |
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Come my friend, in the end it's you, |
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Don't say I never didah warn ya, |
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Gets the stress and the mess, it's you. |
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Only you, so you might as well be true |
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And be the you you want to be. |
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(We'll have a little dance shall we?) |
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I forget my debts when shredding my frets, yeah, |
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Stress and my frets gets let up while I'm fed up of |
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Red-letters and debts, but yet nevertheless |
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Though my money a mess, my mission met, no regret. |
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Your paths no for everyone but you've already won. |
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If it's your element, rock it likes you're heaven sent. |
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What I meant, doubt's an impediment see, |
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Are you getting it? We'll have a little dance one me. |
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(What's that?) You smell a rat? You want to know the facts? |
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I'm from a stable home, white, middle-class and homegrown. (Aww!) |
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Yeah, I had choices but I chose one |
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And I'm not ummung and arr'ing sat on the sofa on my bum. (Believe!) |
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Shoulder to shoulder getting older but bolder we told you. |
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We chasing dreams, won't wake up until hell freezes over. |
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I've got a hold of you soldier ignore the lies they sold you. |
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Just be yourself, there's no time to look over your shoulder. |
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Come my friend, in the end it's you, |
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Don't say I never didah warn ya, |
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Gets the stress and the mess, it's you. |
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Only you, so you might as well be true |
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And be the you you want to be. |
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(We'll have a little dance shall we?) |
