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My face is slack |
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And the kidneys burn |
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In the small of my back |
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Will never learn |
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Well i'm not going back |
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To the slow life |
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Cos every step is a drag |
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And peace is a kite |
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Of materials you never catch |
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Come up for a snatch |
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Up from hell |
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Once in a while |
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Cause i am jack |
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From a burning ring |
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My face is slack |
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And i think think think |
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I just think think think |
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Too fast to write |
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Too fast to work |
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Just burn burn burn |
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I sat and drank |
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For three decades |
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I'm 45 |
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Cause i am jack |
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From a burning ring |
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And my face is slack |
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And i think think think |
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I just drink drink drink |
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Too fast to write |
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Too fast to work |
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I just burn burn burn |
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A store man from the slack |
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They are smart |
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They are [mod] |
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Their brains are half |
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They never end |
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Just follow trends |
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But i am jack ... |
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And put down left-wing tirades |
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And the musical trades |
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And all free trade |
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I said eat this grenade |
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Cause i am jack |
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From the burning ring |
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My face is slack |
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And i think think think |
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Just think think think |
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Too fast to work |
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Too fast to write |
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I just burn burn burn |
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And put down left-wing tirades |
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And the musical trades |
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And all free trade |
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I said eat this grenade |
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I said doncaster eat this grenade |
