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Hey did you kick 'em off your turf |
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Did you show 'em who's the boss |
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Did you show them how |
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Hey did you lose another love |
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Wondering what the hell you've done |
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For fifty years |
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And oh, there's a lot that you don't know |
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That I can't make you hear what you need to |
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But it's your move, I can't do everything for you |
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Little piggy ran for miles |
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He knows it's easier to smile than it is to kick in your door |
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And if you ever earn that crown |
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Father Christmas comes to town |
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All the children will sing along |
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You've got the bullets and telephone calls |
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You've grown the kids from big to small |
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Now drive us all into the sun |
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We could be forever stranded |
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No intervention, I won't command it of you |
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I'll help you save your face |
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Cos it's your move, I can't do everything for you |
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Why are you singing in the kitchen? |
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Is it dinner time yet? |
