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Hand in glove |
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The sun shines out of our behinds |
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No, it's not like any other love |
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This one is different because it's us |
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Hand in glove |
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We can go wherever we please |
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And everything depends upon |
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How near you stand to me |
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And if the people stare |
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Then the people stare |
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Oh, I really don't know |
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And I really don't care |
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Kiss my shades |
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Hand in glove |
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The good people laugh |
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Yes, we may be hidden by rags |
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But we've something they'll never have |
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Hand in glove |
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The sun shines out of our behinds |
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Yes, we may be hidden by rags |
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But we've something they'll never have |
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And if the people stare |
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Then the people stare |
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Oh, I really don't know |
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And I really don't care |
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Kiss my shades |
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So, hand in glove I stake my claim |
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I'll fight to the last breath |
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If they dare touch a hair on your head |
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I'll fight to the last breath |
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For the good life is out there somewhere |
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So stay on my arm, you little charmer |
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But I know my luck too well |
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Yes, I know my luck too well |
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And I'll probably never see you again |
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I'll probably never see you again |
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I'll probably never see you again |
