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Do you remember where we met at the turn of the century, |
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Ripping up the dancefloors in all and a plenty, |
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Wasted with the young, just like our education |
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We were at the school of life, learning valuable lessons, |
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Be polite to the police or you'll end up arrested, |
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And I apologised to be wasted made in England |
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I don't know what they thought of me, |
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Why don't you open up and see |
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And now that everybody wants their piece of fame |
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When it never comes, |
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Everybody wants someone to blame |
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We were looking for the dream, we'd be promised as children, |
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A purpose and a pleasure and a little fulfillment, |
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But the life that's advertised, |
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Is just a dream to cling to |
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When you think the jackpot has finally hit you, |
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It's under the void, "Sorry, we can't permit you", |
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You're just not qualified, |
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You tried a new attestive |
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Suss out what you can do, |
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'Cause this dream was not designed for you |
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And now that everybody wants, their piece of fame and, |
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When it never comes, |
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Everybody wants, |
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Someone to blame |
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Now it's snowing in the toilets, oh my will I carry on, |
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Take a bow, it's not alright, |
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You bag it up, rip it out, shape it up and it's alright, |
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The dogs won't bark tonight |
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The dogs won't bark tonight, |
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The dogs won't bark, no, the dogs won't bark |
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'Cause everybody wants, |
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Their piece of fame and, |
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When it never comes, |
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Everybody wants, |
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Someone to blame |
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Now it's snowing in the toilets, oh my will I carry on, |
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Take a bow, it's not alright, |
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You bag it up, rip it out, shape it up and it's alright, |
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The dogs won't bark tonight |