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Written by stewart copeland |
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When you reach number ten |
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And think the struggle ends |
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But it ain't the end |
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It's only a trend |
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You have to unbend |
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'cause it's only a trend |
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Don't lose all your friends |
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Don't make your heroes end |
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When you reach number eight |
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It ain't no pearly gate |
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'cause it won't satiate |
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Your growing appetite |
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You can ply your trade |
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And push your crusade |
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Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the |
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Traps are all laid for any honest crusade |
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Your old values will fade |
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As you struggle to make the grade |
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As you struggle to make the grade |
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You needn't bother! |
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When you hit number four |
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You're almost through the door |
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But there's a whole lot |
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More you just can't ignore |
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The telephone's sure, you know the score |
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But don't let this uproar |
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Dissipate your encore |
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It's written in the news |
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How you paid your dues |
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But you've no excuse |
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For the people you abuse |
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When you reach number one |
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You can beat your drum |
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You can sack your roadies in birmingham |
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When your record is platinum |
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You can stick it to the [band] |
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To the wall like you've always planned |
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It's written in the news how you paid your dues |
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But you've no excuse for the people you abuse |
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When you reach number ten |
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The people you abuse |
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No excuse |
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For the people you abuse |
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You've got no excuse |
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For the people you abuse |
