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There's a mile long queue at the chippy, |
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I wish I was at my grans for tea, |
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These people call me thier friends, |
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But they dont think the same as me. |
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Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme? |
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Drinkin' your drink now, |
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And staying up too early in the morning. |
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I wander through the streets of Dundee, |
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Mum said you shouldn't walk them alone. |
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A fights a fight 'n' that's quite alright, |
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Ah But please leave the tools at home. |
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Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing estate? |
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Drinkin' your drink now, |
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And staying up too early in the morning. |
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You lower standards and expectations of love, |
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You never aim for people that you say are levels above. |
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You're always chasing the same skirts, |
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Round the local pub. |
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Where were you when I needed you? |
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Up the posh end of town. |
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You're supposed to protect and serve, |
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You're out for a perve just driving around. |
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Are you fed up chasing your tail round this housing scheme? |
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Drinkin' your drink now, |
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And staying up too early in the morning. |
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There's a mile long queue at the chippy, |
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I wish I was at my grans for tea, |
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These people call me thier friends, |
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But they dont think the same as me. |
