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I saw a weird boy he looked at me with a look of pure hate |
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Nobody knew all the grief where he'd been |
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He was a sad boy, he was a victim of a dirty good time |
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Feely games in the back of his boarded up estate |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Pickin' on me |
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I told my teacher, she looked at me so indifferently |
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Her whole night was spent marking paper red tape |
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So I had to learn to fight, kicked his sister 'cos |
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I had no respect |
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So here's the start of another war, you against me |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Pickin' on me |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Kicked my head in 'cos that's all that he'd seen |
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Soon enough, he's pickin' on me |
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Pickin' on me |